Forever Synth

Prologue 1.0.1: The Prince

"Hello, just as a heads up. This is more of an episodic kind of book I am typing. Each Chapter give a good story on it's own, but still be connected to the overall main story. My plan is to release each Chapter all together to ensure you guys get a full experience. Do provide feedback if you wish. I am still learning and this is a very ambitious project for me. So, Enjoy!" -MeltzerChaos

Ten years ago, I was only seven years old. I could recall sitting in the middle of my personal library. A circular room with bookshelves aligning the entire walls, filled with an assortment of colorful leather-bound books. The tall thin windows positioned between two towering bookshelves displayed the already setting sun. The bright orange glow started fading away into darkness and only the handheld lantern illuminated the open book laid in front of me.

Beside me was seven-year-old Rosaria with her pristine pink and white smock dress. The fabric is laced with a smooth texture and carefully sown with precision. Just above her torso coveted the Radcliff insignia all ornamented in gold. A Lion standing upward on its hind legs, paws up like it was ready to pounce.

We both were mesmerized by the pictures on the pages with festive interest. The expertly drawn and painted images were vibrant and majestic. Seeing the wonders of the landscapes, from the vast field of soft colorful flowers to the highest frigid snowy mountains. The largest bright hot orange sandy desert to the pure cool tranquil lush forests.

I couldn't stop grinning. My lips were widened and full of innocence. Just imagining those places, solely based on the adjectives given. To explore and admire the wonders of what this world had to offer. The promises we made together that one day we would visit these places. Yet, for now, these pages were our window to the outside world, what's beyond the walls of our kingdom and perhaps beyond the territory of mankind.

The sudden creaking of the door knob twisting and flooded in a bright yellow hue from the hallway. Our eyes drifted upward towards the new light and standing in front of us was the majestic king of Lucidia, my father. His radiant presence filled us with both respect and authority. Dawning the golden crown, holding multiple color jewels which shimmered and danced in the light.

Rosaria stood up first. Her fingers lightly held on to the draping fabric of her dress, lifting it slightly as her foot stepped behind her other, bowing gracefully. I remained seated on the large round rug, looking back and forth between the two.

My dad couldn't help but grin, a lovely wrinkle tugging at the ends of his lips as he informed Rosaria her escort was ready to take her home. Her immediate reaction was to cling tightly around my frame with a possessive hold. Her eyes narrowed softly while pouting with a determined expression of not wanting to leave.

She pleaded to him to spend the night over once more. Behind my father was her usher, a tall man, thin and wearing a light blue suit. A style that displays nobility and aristocratic display for the Radcliff Clan.

Her hold became tightener, almost suffocating as my hands grasped her clenching forearms. It was hopeless to pry her off as she begged and pleaded to stay just a little longer. Her deep green eyes glistened with unshed tears. Yet, my father, being gentle and soft-voiced, kneeled in front of us. He whispers something light into her ear. Even as close as he was, I couldn't hear clearly what he hushed into her.

His words made her face radiant. Eyes once ready to spill over turned into sparkles with anticipated delight and with it, she released me from her possessive clutches and rushed over to her escort. Watched the usher bow gracefully and apologize in a soft hush tone.

My interest was piqued, wanting to know what Dad whispered to Rosaria to alter her mood completely. Before I could, he grabbed the laid-out book, bringing it closer to his focus, and skimmed through the pages with great interest.