Helen sat in the corner of a small dimly lit room. She could clearly hear the sound of the beating waves outside. In her hand she played with a white and black stones. With a flick of her fingers the stones floated into the air and spun drunkenly. The rickety wooden door crackled when pushed open. Pollux looked at his sister and the floating rocks.
“Urim and Thummim?” asked Pollux.
“Yes,” murmured Helen and flicked her finger again, making the stones spin faster and faster.
“Have you ever used them?”
“No, but it was the only thing grandfather left for me.”
“It was more than what he left for me,” chuckled Pollux.
“He left you a kingdom Pollux.” The stones fell back into her palm. She tucked them in her cloak pocket. “Did you manage to get me a ship?”
“Yes, I did!” said Pollux taking a piece of paper from his bag and showing it to Helen. “It is one of the fastest ships of the armada.”
“Did father find out I arrived?”
“We managed to stop the news before it reached him. Thankfully he was not in the palace at the time. Your brazen behavior did not help.”
“I thought Castor was dead at that time.”
“He might still be dead.”
“I still have hope.” Helen glared at Pollux, hiding her fear behind a mask of fury.
“There is still a problem. I happened to be in father’s room-”
“You were snooping.”
“Yes, I was snooping in father’s room,” said Pollux. “There was a coded message sent from a port called Cumulus, twelve days after Castor left. I don’t know what the message sent but father arranged for another ship to go to Cumulus.”
“When did it leave?”
“I don’t know- maybe a few days ago, maybe a over a week ago.”
“If Castor is still alive, I am sure he will manage to fight his way out of it.”
“Shut up Pollux. I am still going. Even if he is dead, even if he is fine. I am still going to find out for myself.”
“If he is dead-”
“He is not dead!”
“If! If he is dead, I need you here in Pyropolis with me. I know you want to return to your oasis in the desert but I need you here with me.”
“What are you planning on doing?”
Pollux did not say anything, but Helen could see in his dark trembling eyes that he was afraid. Helen felt a pang of sadness in her chest looking at a face so similar to Castor’s. Even if she did not want to admit it she knew that Castor must be long gone by now and she had no intention of losing Pollux as well.
“Are you saying you want to coup? That is crazy!”
“How can you say that? After what he did to Castor.”
“Stop it Pollux! The desert is already on the verge of war any instability will crush us.”
“That is why I need you here with me. If it is the both of us-”
“If we do it soon then-”
“Father…father collapsed yesterday.”
“So you want do you want to do? Kill him? Make it seem like a sickness or an accident? Pollux you are a good man, you are not someone who will kill his own father out of revenge.”
“If I can’t even do that. Maybe…maybe I am not meant to be king!”
“What are you talking about?”
“I am not meant to be king.” Pollux exhaled deeply as if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders. ” The fortune teller said that Castor is meant to be king not me. That is why father did all of this.”
Helen for once was at a loss for words. Pollux paced up and down near the door and then final walked to the corned and sat in front of Helen.
“So, what should we do?”