The Demon Prince [BOOK ONE]

Chapter 5: Hide And Scare

It was morning.

Dyrroth got up cross-eyed as Popol snored beside him and muttered something about "Noo... birds... Kupa help..."

In my head.

Earlier, Dyrroth had a dream. Something about a white-haired guy talking to him about something he couldn't recall now. He got out of bed, put on his spectres, and some comfortable clothes instead of his usual 'royal' clothes.

But one he never thought royal but very uncomfortable.

A loud bang shook the treehouse slightly and Harley's curse was heard somewhere outside. And that bang also shook Popol awake.

"Where's the warlock?" Popol yelled and grasped the sheets.

Dyrroth grinned. "I'm not a warlock, and that's just an explosion."

Popol settled. "Oh okay... yeah..." then he immediately tightened his grip on the sheets with a panicked expression. "Explosion??"

Dyrroth sneered at Popol's dramatic response. But he didn't want him to stop it. "Of course there's an explosion you fool, that one could have blown the other half of the treehouse away."

Popol jumped out of the bed dramatically, then ran out of the room and slammed the door shut without a word to Dyrroth who had his arms folded and a smirk on his face. He got out of the room after Popol and went down the spiral staircase. 

Dyrroth saw Popol rambling "WHERE IS THE EXPLOSION?" and Nana trying to calm him down.

"It's okay Popol, everyone's okay, Harley just misfired a spell, but it's okay..." she soothed.

Harith had his feet on a small table and glowered in Popol's direction; as if not letting Popol overturn the table in panic.

Dyrroth grinned at this commotion he caused. One of Harith's ears twitched then as if sensing his ulterior motives, he redirected his glare to Dyrroth instead, who made a sarcastic expression with his eyebrows.

Half an hour later, everyone was seated in anywhere they could sit on, Popol had a sulky look on his face as he chewed on a piece of bread, Lylia and Chang'e were playing with the moon bunny, Harley leaning on Harith while reading a spellbook, while Harith's scowl wasn't directed to anyone in the room, Nana just ate her breakfast vaguely, and Dyrroth didn't even bother to touch his own. He was still eying the pink milk in the colorful cereal suspiciously.

"Of all the colors... does it have to be pink?" Dyrroth seethed.

Nana grinned. "Don't bother about the color, bother about how it tastes."

Dyrroth reluctantly put a scoop of the cereal into his mouth and felt the sweetness spreading across his tastebuds, as if he tasted every single kind of sweetness in the world, color flooded his cheeks, and the demon's eyes slowly opened, ready to bulge-

"It isn't that bad, I just don't like how it looks like." he quipped blandly.

Nana smiled. "I'm glad you like it!' she trotted off.

"Wait! I didn't say I like it-" but deep down, it was another answer. He laid back, closed his eyes, and tried to ignore Harith's piercing glare. How times have changed.