Moonbreeze (The Dragonian Series Book 4) (11 page)

“Why does he do that?” I asked King Helmut after the door closed.

“He felt that he finally had a voice after your father died.”

I squinted. “What do you mean?”

“This has been the way we sorted out decisions since your grandfather gave both our fathers land to rule. Your father was a lot like you and mostly agreed with me.”

“He must know the way he thinks about things is a bit disturbing, right?”

King Helmut laughed. “He just has another vision than us, Elena. Believe me his ideas are brilliant, and his intentions are in the right place, it’s just the way he tries to obtain what he needs that gets a bit clouded.”

Clouded was an understatement if he really wanted to disturb an entire Dragon city hosting colonies of dragons in order to get what he wanted.

“But he has a good point. We need to find something that might just help bring in some money.”

FOR THE NEXT two weeks, Helmut and I went through a couple of projects. I would go to the castle of Tith each day after school and we would go through all the projects that wanted funding.

There were a couple that really grabbed my attention. One was called the Sonic. From what I read it was way advanced technology. It was going to cost an arm and a leg too which meant other projects that were on the verge of getting granted had to wait. But it could mean a lot of money if it worked, the kind Caleb needed to do what he wanted. The “if” was huge.

It reminded me of a Cammy. It was the same sort of contraption but it could actually make the connection between an actual event that was recorded and your mind. The explanation read like something straight out of a Sci-fi novel. The connection would send sensors to your mind, turning the recording into a real event. As if you were there. I could finally meet my mother, if this thing actually worked. There were plenty of recordings of her.

I put it in front of King Helmut and he read through it extremely fast. He just looked at me and the curves of his lips curled. “I know why you want something like this to work, Elena.”

“Can you blame me?”

“You must also think about the consequences of something like this.”

“What consequences are there? Do you know what this means? Meetings could be held with the other side without letting our dragons sort things out. And the easiest part, all it needs is a recording. It’s a completely different type of breakthrough, Helmut.”

“Elena,” he said.

“Please, just think about it. It’s a breakthrough and it could generate the money Caleb needs to do what he has to do. It’s a win-win.”

“Okay, I’ll think about it.”

I jumped up.

“But I also want you to go think about how much this will cost, and decide which of the other projects has to take a step back, so that we can fund something like this.”

“So you’re giving me homework.”

“You need to think about everything, Elena, before making a decision as big as this.”

“Okay fine, just give me the file.”

I put it in my backpack and said goodbye.

I had started to feel like someone important on this side. On my way back to Elm, I couldn’t stop thinking about the Sonic. I could meet my mom, even my father if it was what I thought it was.

If it was, King Helmut just had to back me up. He just had to.

When I walked through my door at Dragonia, Sammy had a huge smile on her face. She’d been extremely depressed about her brother so I knew what it meant.

“He finally woke up?”

She nodded and a small giggle escaped her lips. “He finally woke up.”

I put the file on my night stand and both of them craned their necks to see what was written on it.

I laughed, they were so nosey and I started to tell them about the Sonic. Their excitement was just as big as mine and they wanted me desperately to go for it.

“But it also means that some other projects will have to be pushed aside in order to fund this one, projects that have waited years for funding.”

“So, who cares? Let them wait.” Becky left her valuable input.

“See, that is why you are not a princess,” Sammy said and we all laughed.

“That is a freaking cool idea and like Elena said a breakthrough in technology.”

“I agree,” Sammy said, “but what are you giving up in order to fund something like this. I’m sure there are other projects out there just as good as this one.”

“There aren’t, believe me.”

Both girls laughed again.

Warbel tryouts were finally over and both were still waiting to get placed with a team.

Blake wasn’t coaching like last time. It was a shame as his team of the previous year came really close to winning the entire thing.

The next few days I had to go through files and files of projects that were on the verge of getting their funding.

Three big projects had to be cancelled to fund the Sonic.

On the Friday, I had made my decisions.

I had a meeting with both King Helmut and King Caleb, gave them my homework and all the reasons why I thought it could be good for something like this to exist, why the world was ready.

It went like a dream, if only it went the same way when I told them about which projects were going to wait slightly longer for funding.

King Caleb wasn’t happy at all, and King Helmut just kept quiet. I thought about this for hours and hours. We weren’t cancelling those projects, we just postponed them.

King Caleb ran out again as King Helmut decided to back the Sonic.

It was amazing to tell the project leader that he’d gotten the funds and the press made a huge fuss about it again.

I knew it was going to work, it just had to work.

The following week, our first problem showed itself. One of the project leaders of the three I had postponed committed suicide.

Okay so trampling on dreams hadn’t been on my list of cons at all. I took it pretty hard and was nailed by King Caleb that I hadn’t thought about these sorts of actions.

Plenty of other problems started to show themselves after granting the Sonic project. Still I had to push through, this could mean great things for not just me, but to society aswell, if it was going to work, but I didn’t like the problems that showed up. One of them was that a small lecturing institute closed down as they’d bargained on funding for their latest project that would’ve kept their doors open.

Why that part hadn’t been in the file beats me, my decision would’ve been different for sure.

Most of the time it sucked being a decision maker and the Princess of Paegeia. I had to read pages and pages about how I didn’t care for the human race.

“Hey, it’s just words, Elena. And it’s not everyone.” Sammy closed the pages of the magazine.

“Still, it’s my fault that Mr. Bedding killed himself, and my fault the institute closed down.”

“It’s not your fault Mr. Bedding killed himself, and if the institute ran their projects and money better, they would still be open.”

She just looked at me as I fell with my head on my pillow.

She tapped my leg.

“Dad feels horrible,” she said and took a sigh as a small smile formed on her lips. “But he is so nice. He needed that beating, Elena and thank you again.”

I nodded. I didn’t like any of it, and I was wrong to take my anger out on him.

“He wants to make up for it. We are going on a camping trip soon and he wants you to come with us.”

“I don’t know…”

“Elena, he is dying to see you.”

“Sammy, I almost killed your father, if it wasn’t for Dean and George. I don’t know if I’m ready to face him yet.”

“You didn’t kill my father. He needed that beating, Elena. When are you going to grasp that?”

“I can’t grasp that, it was mean. I was angry. I bet you my father never laid a hand on yours in anger.”

“Okay, you were angry, but still, he needed that. Please come.” She made a puppy face with huge eyes, even the curled lip.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Please, it won’t be the same without you.”

“Is your brother going?”

She shrugged.

“When?”

“Two weeks.”

“Two weeks?”

She nodded.

“I can’t, Sammy. I have an entire weekend of royal duties.”

“Can’t you postpone?”

“No, I can’t. Besides, I’m sure I’ll feel better soon. The prototype is coming out next week. I’m really looking forward to it.”

“Are we invited to this one?”

“Of course you are.”

IT TOOK ABOUT four weeks for the Sonic prototype to come out and who else other than me was going to be its guinea pig.

I couldn’t wait.

I would go in to the science lab, which was called Techlabs, with a funny sign that made me think of a refuse sign that used to be on the trashcans back home.

Lukas was the creator. He was extremely funny and so many things went wrong the first week, that I started thinking that they were all signs that King Helmut had been right about this project, that it shouldn’t have existed, but I would always push that to the back of my mind.

I had to see my mom.

The event was one afternoon and there was so much press in the lobby of Techlabs that it was almost impossible to get through the doors of the building.

We found the scientists that had worked on it in a private room with only a few, hand-selected members of press and plenty of Council members.

In front was a huge screen.

“Princess,” Lukas said as he called me forward. “Ready to meet your mother?”

I smiled and nodded as he put a huge device over my head. “This will be replaced with small plugs that will be attached to your temple.” Lukas spoke to the press and flashes went off in our faces.

When he finished fastening the straps, he showed the press the recorded event he was going to use.

It was a charity event that my parents had organized.

My eyes welled up just thinking about seeing them. I hoped it was going to work, no, I prayed it would work.

“Just close your eyes,” he said and guided me over to a chair.

He put earphones on my head and all the noises disappeared.

I closed my eyes and waited.

Nothing happened at first but then a bright light, like an old-fashioned TV set being switched on, appeared in my mind.

It was going to reflect back what I saw and experienced on the big screen.

Then I found myself standing behind someone. It was a man since his back was huge, blocking my view. The entire picture filled my mind as more bodies appeared next to me. It was clear that I was in a crowd. Noises came then. All of them asking questions. It was weird; it literally felt like I was there. There were limitations though, as my sense of smell was gone. It felt like I had a cold.

I looked down at my hands.
This is amazing
.

“Queen Catherine,” one of the cockroaches a couple of paces in front of me said and I looked at him.

I was there.