The Flute Of The Phoenix (Slow Updates)

A Disappearance

Today was an ordinary day for Lambert but he didn't know that something had happened to his dearest friend. Lambert was strolling down the dirt roads avoiding people who were hastily walking past him. Putting his hand in the pocket of his brown coat he grabbed a golden pocket watch out of his pocket. 

The pocket watch felt heavy in his hand and was as smooth as marble. It also felt cold in his hand. Its golden color had faded due to years of use. Lambert opened the pocket watch and faintly heard the quiet and rapid ticking sound of the watch over the bustling noise of the city. He noticed that the time read 9:00. 

Lambert thought to himself. "I'm late again. Is this damn watch fast or something!?" 

Lambert immediately closed his pocket watch and stuffed it into his pocket. Then he began to quicken his pace. Suddenly he heard a loud rumbling approaching him from behind.

"Out of the way kid!" The Carriage Driver yelled out of annoyance. "Move! Are you trying to get yourself killed!?" 

Lambert quickly moved out of the way and almost stumbled as he avoided the carriage. Then he stopped and collected himself and brushed his coat down with his hands making sure that he looked tidy. The material of the coat felt as soft as a cat's fur. 

After a couple of minutes of collecting himself, Lambert began to hastily walk down the street once again. Suddenly he bumped into a boy with short and scruffy chocolate brown hair and sky blue eyes. 

The young boy then got up off the ground and brushed the dirt off his dandelion yellow waistcoat and brown breeches. Then he picked up his small brown leather bag and put the strap over his right shoulder. Awkwardly staring at Lambert he wanted to walk away out of embarrassment until he recognised Lambert and his eyes widened with shock.

"Lambert, is that actually you?" The boy asked, trying to hide his embarrassment. 

"Yes, it's me, Leopold," Lambert replied with a smile. "I still see that you are delivering letters." 

"Yes, I am," Leopold said with a smile. "I'm guessing that you are still playing piano." 

Lambert nodded and Leopold smiled. Then Leopold opened his bag and began searching through the multiple letters. Causing the letters to rustle loudly. Lambert watched him and noticed all the letters knowing that Leopold had just started delivering his letters for the day. 

Lambert thought to himself. "I remember when he would sometimes ask me where certain people lived when we both lived in Salzburg. Seems he's still quite shy. I do feel bad for him. I hope that he eventually finds his confidence." 

Leopold eventually grabbed a letter out of his bag and awkwardly looked at it for a couple of minutes. Handing it to Lambert, Leopold awkwardly stared at Lambert. 

Lambert looked at the letter and noticed the name 'Franz Xaver Mozart' written in cursive on the letter. He also noticed that the writing was slightly smudged. The paper was also slightly discolored from age and it felt slightly rough in his hand.

"Do you know where he lives?" Leopold asked awkwardly.

"Why yes I do Leopold and I am going to head there now," Lambert replied cheerfully. "Do you want me to deliver it for you?" 

"Yes, I would like that Lambert," Leopold replied feeling grateful.

Lambert carefully put the letter in his coat pocket and smiled a little bit. Leopold closed his bag and held out his right hand offering it to Lambert. Who gladly shook Leopold's hand which felt soft and slightly cold. After shaking hands Leopold walked off past Lambert.