The Life Of Casper, Oliver, And Kirigan

Part Three Edited Ver

"Hide Away Your Memories"

Flashback

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"Come on darling, we must make haste back into the castle, or else your father will be seething!"

Seven-year-old Casper ignores his mother and the two other servants trying to persuade him to come inside. Casper had seen his father make his way into the forest with his battle sword, the sword he refuses to touch and will tell you to not mention it with gritted teeth. It's made out of the strongest metals from the surrounding kingdoms, it also has ancient scribes welded all throughout it giving it unknown abilities. The war Casper's father was in isn't often talked about, nor taught to students in schools for history, and there were very few survivors, and it didn't take much for him to get his hands on them.

Casper walks farther into the field and stops next to a statue of a previous king from generations ago. As his father goes farther into the forest, a blinding white light glows even more, surrounding Casper's father in what almost looks like white smoke. The smoke grows past him and makes its way closer and closer to Casper, avoiding touching His father. The smoke started to softly swirl around Casper, almost entrapping him in a mini tornado. By the time his father realizes, It's too late. The smoke started to enter his lungs, making the little boy start to suffocate. His eyes started to glow, and his veins were popping out sickly. Casper's father was trying to use his sword to cut through the smoke, which only resulted in Casper getting sliced himself on the back of the neck. The smoke fill more in his lungs, then he grasps the statue, and everything stops; except for a small tuft of smoke remaining in his lungs.

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End Flashback

As I sit at a white clothed table with my hands clasped together waiting for my dinner for the night. The main theme of the restaurant is extravagant and red everywhere, red drapes, red upholstery, red walls. Today was the first day of the academy and it went well; different than I thought it would, but well. My classes were typical, but I'm pretty sure the classes were made to be pretty basic to help guide our focus on looking for our mates and socialize more to possibly help create better trust in kingdoms. I've definitely noticed the school is rather clique ran though, not necessarily there being loners and the people who run the place, but there's definitely more high ranked people who are adored in comparison to the lower ranked people.

My focus is brought back to where I'm at when my appetizer is brought to the table, I opted to have a simple stuffed pepper soup. With a polite nod and a quiet thank you they drop everything off and scurry off back to the kitchen. I've always felt bad when people knowing of me being royalty feel the need to be scared and shy away from me, but I understand it. I definitely grew up privileged, and the few workers I grew very close to shed some light on how our society truly is, which is something even my mother didn't converse with me about. Some kingdoms definitely have it worse for several reasons, most of them tend to be revolving around having lack of fundings and old traditions certain races tend to hold on to. I know elves have traditions that go way back, and their elders pretty much run everything over there.

I pick up my polished soup spoon and shovel it into my bowl of soup that's no longer steaming hot. The delicious, acidic, hearty smell of it didn't disappoint with the flavor. I look around while I try not to slurp, and my eyes catch these two people dressed well. I can practically smell them from over here, but never see their faces; both of them have long hair, one stops by their ears while the others go down to their lower back. I feel my face flush, before averting my eyes the one with the longer hair makes eye contact with me. His Golden eyes leer at me with a quirk in his brow, but it didn't look aggressive, more like a playful taunt. I huff and try to ease my racing heart and stare at my soup, trying to cover my flushed expression from the two of them.

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I'm now driving around the little shopping area the academy provides for students with off-time. Thankfully I managed to sneak off to get some dinner and go browse some shops in order to be able to get some hobby supplies and try to decorate the sadly barren walls of my dorm. I also wanted to get some books for myself, since all the books I had back at home were all so I could learn outside of my classes to get ahead.

Vroom vrooming down the streets to the first bookstore I see. It seems to be decorated well from the outside, that stereotypical nerd decor but there's a couple more vintage pieces I can see through the glass pane. I get out of the car and go through the entrance, a blast of air and the bright lights murdering my eyes in contrast of the still aired evening sky. There're a couple people chatting behind the registers, and a few people inside strung amongst the store, seemingly browsing. As I go deeper into the store, nobody comes up to me asking about how it is being a royal, or random inappropriate comments since I'm no longer a minor. It's almost freeing not being recognized in public, alongside being freed from the constant critique from back home. I see some books that peak interest in a few different genres, so i start putting them in the basket I managed to grab on the way in. I rummage my way through the isles, picking books that peak interest, trying to get at least one in every genre.

Then I step into an isle with one other person in it, one of the men from earlier. He's the shorter one with the brown hair, it reminds me of a honey like color that makes my face feel bright. I just calmly step over to look at a book that was in between him and I, with each step my heart starts to pound a little louder and faster until its nearly unbearable, my face starting to flush and palms beginning to get sweaty. I hurry to grab the book I wanted and scurry away like a dog with its tail in between its legs, anxiety rising in my throat like bile. Once I get back to my basket with all the books, I deem it's enough for now, although it wouldn't matter if I spent a lot since it goes straight to father's account. Thinking about that makes the anxiety lessen a bit, finally realizing I'm out of the space I was raised in, and I finally have the opportunity to find the people I want to spend the rest of my life with. As I get closer to the cashier's counter there's some bookmarks and other accessories to customize a lot of it, especially with those cringy book meme stickers that make me shudder.

"Why hello sweet pea, you find everything you were looking for today?" The cashier spoke with a raspy voice behind the counter, not quite the 20 packs a day voice, but kind of close.

"Uh-yeah, I wanted to try a little bit of something new, so I definitely found some fun stuff." the words tumble out of my mouth almost awkwardly, the ambiance of newness but comfort mixes in the air almost like a tornado filled with warmth.

"that's great hon, feel free to come back whenever for whatever. I'm here most of the time and the store's open 6 days out of the week. There's also this amazing cafe down the street that you must try, I insist." The way she can make conversation so easily perplexes me, but maybe it's a regular thing that I missed out on.

She neatly bags everything up, once everything's in bags the realization I have to move all of this out into the car hits me. My arms are going to be so damn sore, at least she snuck some free tote bags in there that are super cute. I end up have to make two trips in order to get everything inside, let alone being able to make everything fit without it all spilling out. I look down the street and see a craft store but look in my car and check the time. 10:47 PM is the time it read, making me surprised the bookstore was open that late, along with the decision that I should head home instead of draining more of my father's account in public; But online shoppinggggg. I swing into my car and drive off, admiring the dark cloudless sky, allowing the stars to be uncovered so I could see them properly. Thankfully I managed to get home before my eyes started to close, the twists and turns making it impossible me to lose focus for more than a millisecond before my eyes start to hone in repeatedly. Longing for bed and my soft comforter, my imagination coming to fruition as I open my bedroom door with a creek and head inside.

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I'm so sorry this took a while, I've been busy with family and trips and lots of bad news recently, so it's been a little hard for me. I appreciate everybody for waiting so patiently, I truly appreciate it.

Have the day you deserve :)