Loy shot around as if someone had just screamed his name, but it was no person calling to the young prince. He made it to the party that was supposed to be for the sovereigns of his country to speak of their governing lands' problems. In actuality, the lords and ladies used the opportunity to get away from all and any responsibilities. But as the prince stared behind him and the hairs on his body straightened, he couldn't help but feel as if he was neglecting his greatest responsibility of all.
"You feel it too," Loy heard the voice before he saw the woman. He turned back around to see a very short elder lady standing much too close for comfort. "That surge of energy." Her cataract eyes were glazed white as she stared wide-eyed at Loy's chest, or really she gazed through Loy in the same direction he had just been looking. "And you feel its pull, dragging you in." The woman spoke to Loy but seemed to speak to no one at all. He hadn't even said anything to indicate to her he was here and there was no way she could see him with her blindness. As far as he knew, she could just be a confused blind old lady who talked to empty spaces all the time. Loy cocked a brow wondering if he should give her any mind. She smirked.
"It's your call to fate, prince." The woman stated, and Loy's face dropped. "The path has already been set for you, and it will lead you far away from here, to the doorsteps of your enemies." The woman tilted her head as she spoke to Loy but her eyes never left the same spot on his chest. "On your way, you'll find your missing humanity." Loy's face flushed white. "And the others will uncover what's hidden inside of them. The things they too, have yet had the chance to understand. Turn to each other to discover what is in each of you. And learn the truth of the rumors that currently haunt you."
A twitch in the muscles of Loy's neck pulled at him as he gapped at the woman with less skepticism and more weariness than most people would give to an elderly senile old lady's babblings. But even if she was crazy, how did she happen to mention his only two concerns in the world? The only real concerns he ever had in his entire life.
"Grandmother." Pernan, a young nobleman of the Eastern port province, said coming up from behind to place his hand around the old woman's arm. "Don't wander off so carelessly."
Pernan looked up to see who she was uttering at and immediately bowed. "My prince."
Loy dismissed him with a jut of his chin, not taking his attention off the white eyes of the woman.
"A prince." The woman declared, her blind eyes finally shifting to meet his own. "But will he rise to be king before another rises to stop him?"
Pernan panicked believing his grandmother may have affronted Loy as he dragged her away, but all the prince could do was stare at her back in disbelief.
"Loy." His father's voice soon crudely interrupted. "Why are you dressed like that?" He looked over his son's garb, critically disapproving of the bright orange, pink, and purple suit.
"It's a style of the cloud lands," Loy said. He had gotten it on one of his trips a while ago, but this was his first time flaunting it. "Their constant dreariness prompts their appreciation of colorful attire all the more." Loy employed a carefree tone when speaking with his father, one the king detested.
"Even after your behavior at the last party and now this. I think you could use a couple of lessons on sociability and presentation." King Orren said as belittling as always. "I'll make a note for Devane to work on that with you."
"Are you sure you want me to fix that?" Loy asked his feigned cheerfulness breaking. Not for worry of the lessons, but because of the casual and consistent disregarded by his father. His upbringing had fallen to the servants, with the only thing his father ever cared about being how his training with the artifact was going. Once Loy had basically mastered his weapon at fourteen, his father stopped asking about him altogether, not until Loy started to make a real show of himself. And then he would apologize for his son's erratic behavior, saying it was a fault of his parenting when he had never been a parent to him. "The only time you get to put on the farce of a good parent is when you're apologizing to our guests on my behalf."
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Algernon Black || The Rise of a God ||
Romance"Gods aren't born. They rise." Algernon Black is infamous, known throughout his world for a prophecy that would make him a god if he sacrificed the one he loved most. Downcast and disheartened, Algernon never paid the rumors much mind, until the per...
