To this day, I'm still unsure if any of them are dead. The only people who I am aware of from EXO are in my Militia. I worry that Ira survived and that I will have to face her wrath when she realizes what I have done. I did not fight for four years to be dethroned by my own daughter. She did not deserve the throne in EXO, and she won't have it here. Though I remember how feisty she used to be as a child. When the Tree of Life chose her to be EXO's queen, I can remember the look of terror in her face and the anger she had for those who took her away. She had always been so bright, so carefree, until she became queen. I can only imagine what kind of pain she went through to be ripped from her childhood into a role of responsibilities and solitude. But, nevertheless, I deserved that throne. I had worked so hard all of my life to care for the Tree and its children; I worked so hard and it chose my careless daughter. Ira never cared about the well being of the Tree of Life, and yet she was chosen. I'm sure that the only reason that she was chosen was because she had a rare ability of telekinesis as her mother had. Just because I was a simple elemental, I wasn't chosen. All that aside, I still fear that there are others out there. If there are more, I know I can control them. Still, I fear that if Ira is alive, she will lead others from EXO against me and destroy my newfound throne. I hope with everything in me that they are all dead.

x Adonis

I held the crumpled paper in my shaking hands and tried to steady my breathing. Unable to sleep, I had wandered off through the palace and rummaged through the drawers and cabinets. In an annex on the side of a staircase, I found a single desk with a diary on it. The first entry, undated, was that of my father. It bothered me how fondly my father had spoken of me. He switched from spite to nostalgia and back again as he wrote of how I came to be queen. Not only was I jarred by the content, but by the fact that I hadn't even known my own father's name. Had seventeen years really wiped me clean of all I had been as Ira?

The fear that often consumed me came in a wave of terror as I began to hyperventilate. Who was I? Was I Ira or Cameo? Who would the others need the most? Who was I honestly and truly? I chewed at my lip in my fear and began to rock slightly as the taste of iron spread over my tongue. I didn't want to be faced with these questions. I had just overthrown my own father and now I had a group of people looking to me to call the shots. I couldn't handle all of it. There was just too much expected of both Ira and Cameo, and I couldn't be both of them.

"Cameo!" Luhan shouted, grabbing my shoulders roughly before enveloping me in a smothering embrace.

"I'm scared," I whimpered into the crook of his neck as he rocked with me slowly, trying to aid in slowing my racing heart.

"I know you are, Ira," he whispered, that top of my head gently. 

"Stop that." I tensed, trying to shrink away from his touch.

"What is it?" Luhan pulled back to look at me with worry. "Cameo, are you okay?"

"Stop doing that!" I screeched, pushing the man I loved more than anything away from me with all my force.

"Ira?" Sehun burst through the door with several others behind him, panic in all of their eyes.

"Stop it!" I keeled over and curled into myself, my hair in my fists. "That's not who I am!"

"Shh, honey. It's alright, dear. I know who you are, I can see it in your eyes. It's going to be okay, I promise," a voice comforted and helped me sit back up, forcing me to let go of my hair.

"Sileny, I don't know." I searched her eyes, desiring an answer to lie within them.

"I know you don't. Give it time and you will,"

A/N:

Sorry it's so short, guys. I started this as a little thing for a contest and I thought that it would translate well into Nouveau Monde. This is the third story of the "Coup D'etat" seriest with Le Commencement de la Fin being the prequel. Hope you guys enjoy.