Fortuitous Encounter

It took a while for the pain to subside, but as Michael's neck ached, he gasps for air. He felt something wrap around his neck as he hiss before opening his eyes.

And the moment he did, he locked eyes with another's cold enchanting sapphire, eyes held by a girl who left him awestruck, his heart skipping a beat at the sight.

The sight of a girl, an expressionless girl, one whose beauty left him in awe. With silver hair draped over them both, she loosens her thigh's hold over his neck. The warmth leaving him wanting.

In a second, his mind caught up before him as he gave her the most charming smile he could. "Why, hello there. Would you like to-"

"No."

"Yup, thought so." Michael nods.

Her answer was immediate. A fact that left Ahros bending over in laughter. An act that left Michael fuming as he glared at the God.

He then gestures her off of him as he asked, "Is there any particular reason why you replied so quickly?"

The girl tilted her head to the side as her blue orb whitens, her eyes blank as she spoke. "Because I have seen where this relationship ends."

Michael widens his eyes. "Wait! You."

"Yes, I have the power to foresee the future and bend it to my will. This conversation is merely one that I have foreseen, something that has peaked my int-."

"You dated me!?" Michael exclaims in shock.

A moment passes.

"Yes. I did." She replies, light returning to her eyes.

"Hell yeah!" Michael pumps his fist in excitement. He looks at Ahros, who has merely floated by as he yelled. "Take that!" He jumps in excitement before the realization of her words stops him.

"How delightful." Ahros spoke, his eyes trained on the girl staring back at him. His hand over his mouth as he giggled, "Do you see me, little girl?"

She gives a confident nod. "I have." She stands up, her palms dusting off her simple purple dress. "Your existence and that of your kin is something that I have foreseen in my future with him."

"Oh my, quite a powerful gift you got there. I didn't know the Fates can loosen up enough to gain a descendant." Ahros snickers at the thought of those stuck up hags.

Michael, meanwhile, tapped his finger at the statements. His eyes are blank as thousands of scenarios crashes through his mind, the act leaving him occupied.

The girl notices and step closer in his direction. "I see. Such action seems to be normal throughout his life." The girl tapped his cheek in curiosity as Ahros smiled.

"It tends to happen when he thinks." Ahros remarks.

"Well, how long will he thin-?" The girl glances.

"IF YOU DIDN'T WANT ME WHY WOULD YOU SHOW YOURSELF TO ME!" He gasps out before continuing,

He hits his hand in realization, his fist over his palm as he exclams, "That meant there was some part of you that couldn't foresee this encounter or," He grins, "You're lying."

The two widen their eyes for varying reasons, staring at Michael as he takes gulps of air. Ahros cackles at the display of desperation as the girl merely stared.

"Well, it wasn't my intention." The girl reasoned, her eyebrow creased.

"Yet you clearly said that this conversation happened because you were interested in my existence."

She stops and inspects him. Her cheeks reddens before she huffs, "Fine!"

She crosses her arms. "It was the truth that I had an interest in you. The little information my foresight has given me, left me interested."

She looks away as she fiddled with her silver hair, her eyes never meeting his. "Though your books might tell more about me than I can ever try."

"Books? What books!?" Michael asks, his excited smile never leaving his face.

She widens her eyes at the question, glancing Ahros who merely smiled, floating as if he had a little care in the matter. "I apologize. I seem to have overstepped."

Ahros spoke up, "Fufufu, yes, of course you had." He then whispers behind her ears, "But you must have an idea of what's at stake here. I wonder who you wo-"

"Hey! What's your name!?" Michael shouts, his expression excited as he giddily skipped to her side, pushing out Ahros. The tension erased in an instant.

The girl glances at the god as he backed off. She swallowed thickly, the tension from his stare leaving her body as Michael spoke up once more, blurting out whatever comes to his mind at the moment. "So, how far was it?"

The girl tilts her head in confusion, "Uh, what do you mean?"

"You know, the." Michael fidgets a bit at the thought.

The girl tilts her head in confusion, before her eyes widen at the implication. She raises her hand, her eyes shying away as she reddens. "No! I don't know!"

Michael raises an eyebrow and smirks, "Oh really? Your reaction seems to imply otherwise."

She stutters, her expression never changing. Her hands hiding her blush as "I - I. might have seen the implication. But not the act itself!"

"Oh, really?" Michael takes a step forward.

"Yes!" The girl steps back. "B-besides. That future has most likely changed." She reasoned, her eyes never meeting his as he coos from her reaction.

"Ok. I guess you're right!" Michael steps back, his hand offered to her. A sign of peace as he asks for her name once more. "What's your name?"

She looked away and shook her head before she replies, "Eliza Frost."

Michael's grin then froze. His mind screeching to a halt as he took in her words. "Do you perhaps mean the Ducal House of Frost?"

She raises an eyebrow. "Is there any other house named Frost?"

Michael taps his hand as he whispered, "I sure hope so. Because if not,"

He locks eyes with her. "I most likely just flirted with House Frost's scion and heir." She nods.

"The last one who holds the blood line of Ice?" She nods.

"The one doted on by her father?" She nods.

"The one who has magical sword masters as brothers?" She nods.

Michael nods, looking around in contemplation. "I'm more suicidal that I thought I'd be."

He smiles to himself. "Awesome."

He then offers his arm to her, "Since my chances of death have increased. Would you kindly accompany me in my last moments on this earth?"

She looks at his arm before grabbing it with a softest and smallest of smile. "I'd be happy to."

Ahros who watched it all, disappeared in a smoke, pen on hand as edits begin to form.

.................................

Unfortunately for someone.

"Ah! King Ahros and Sir Michael. I have returned. The Earl merely talked to me about his son's enrollment in our prestigious Academy." Markus arrives. His forehead trickled with sweat.

"Huh? Where are they?" He was greeted by an empty hall.

"Dammit." He whispered. "This always happens."

.................................

The two teenagers walked through the academy's halls. "So, how long have you had that? The fortune telling thing."

She scoffs, a bit offended from her tone, "Fortune telling? Such things are nowhere near the caliber of what I am capable of doing."

"Well, yeah, obviously. It even seems to change with every action taken." She then nudges them to the left as he continued, "Though my question is involved in how you adapted to it."

She slows on her steps. "To be honest with you. I felt like I had it my entire life. I don't remember a time I've never had it, only times where it refused to be controlled."

"Sounds difficult." He whispers.

She nods, "It is."

"You want to talk about it?"

"No." She shakes her head.

The two continued on their steps, walking through the halls as a silent companion to one another. Michael, though, realizes something, his eyes flll with confusion as he asks.

"Wait! How did you fall from the sky? I'm pretty sure all of that was just a ceiling."

She shrugs. "A friend of mine wanted to show me her bloodline. I believe that she got carried away and is now worried sick about it."

"I see. That sounds dangerous."

"It is." She remarks.

The two then continued on their walk, before Michael asks another stupid question, "Is deadpan really your default voice? Or is it something you have to force into?"

He then inspects her. "Also, what's with the lack of expression?"

She then bites back as she glared at him in anger, her tone sarcastic as she replied. "It went to the same place you threw your tact and manners."

Michael holds his chest, a bit guilty as he replied in panic. "Oh my goodness. I'm sorry. I didn't know it would be a sensitive topic for you! I truly apologi-"

She chuckles at his expression. She gave a chuckle filled with sadistic amusement as she watched him try to take back his words.

He watches her expression. The once beautiful cold princess now seemingly chuckling in sadistic amusement and he can't help himself but blurt out.

"God, you're cute."