"star star grant our wish
fall upon us and make us rich
like that poor man whose house got crashed
forever life be grant in flash"
A legend tells about a meteorite that descended on a cottage belonging to that of a peasant. Succumb to ashes leaving the family homeless. Rumors began to spread out, soon, that the giant debris had fallen from the heavens, a gift from God, providing blessings to the peasant's family, granting them magic.
Upon hearing these, the king felt a threat for his throne, thus paranoia asserted him to command his men to capture the poor man and his family and execute them for witchery and use of dark magic. Despite of all these countermeasures, hearsay continues to roam around the hamlet, about the survival of the peasant's favorite son.
Several years had passed, yet, until now, he is being hunted...
"Almost a hundred years had passed, and that tale still last," says by a boy around 15 years of age, with silky hair as black as ebony, skin as pale as white roses and slender yet bony stature like that of an unhealthy child.
A tall middle aged man, with his slim yet muscular features that can be traced from his neat suit, enters the room without a single footstep to be heard. "What do you expect, young master," he uttered "this is the land where that meteorite fell."
boy: So you're saying, you believe in such fantasies, butler?
man: Indeed, young master
boy: But don't you think that "son" is now dead?
man: These tales did say that the family is immortal
boy: Yet they died in the hands of mortal men?
man: No young master, that's not what I'd heard, they may die, but as long as someone won't kill them, they'll live for as long as they want
boy: I see, partial immortality
man: Yes, young master
The boy lift his elbows away from his table, leaning his back against the soft leather of his chair, twirling the end of his hair and then giving a soft massage to his pale and fragile temples.
man: Young master, may I ask?
boy: What is it?
man: What makes you peek your interest in this kind of matter, young master?
His bony cheek suddenly formed a soft round lump, his pink thin lips stretched exposing white teeth, alas, a child of his age he is once again. "Why of course, butler," he leered, "for gold."
man: (confused)
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Bittersweet - A Princes' Tale
FantasiaWhen two entirely different people got entangled in a mess... Medieval period where kings and queens still rules and conquers other land De'Ath Family, noble ones, assassins, entrusted by the king to stay behind borders of the kingdom for a reason t...
