The empress is mine

Theron- Missing something.

~~~ =flashback

"What is it now?" I asked as Raven came in running and practically dragging in a servant.

"Not good, not good." Raven replied muttering and pacing around.

He then proceeded to quickly drop the servant, and rake his fingers through his hair.

I got up from my desk to comfort him and he yelled: "that Majio... she's, she's dead!!" I flinched upon hearing this and shook him a little so that he would at least look at me, acknowledge me.

"What are you talking about? Raven!" I asked raising my voice a little. I had absolutely no clue why he was acting like this. Its not even like him, and he doesn't like her.

At all.

He started to bite his nails and I let go of him once I knew I wasn't going to get a response.

He began pacing again, and I just stood there defeated.

There was only one time he got like this.

His parents death.

~~~

"What are you doing kid? Hey!!" Someone, maybe a guard that I was with, screamed at me, but I kept running towards the fire.

All I could smell was burning flesh, and wood.

I didn't like it.

There was a boy who looked around my age yet smaller than me in the distance near the fire so I wanted to say hello.

As I walked into the area I saw the fire and even felt it's heat.

'How is the boy doing this' was all I could think about.

If it was hot for me already over here then how hot would it be over there?

I knew my father would be upset with me interfering with what was happening but he looked so sad.

Although, I could only actually see his droopy shoulders, his arms curled right around his body, most likely hugging himself along with his head dropped to the floor almost as if he was somewhat stuck looking at it.

I couldn't see his face, but, he had his nightwear on and was just standing there without shoes.

The fire was cackling and roaring and it was only until I got closer that I could hear something other than the fire

His screams.

The fire was drowning it out, he wasn't just standing there looking at the ground.

I picked up my pace so that instead of merely walking I was instead jogging.

I had suddenly gotten the answer to my question.

I knew why the boy could not feel the heat, I also knew why I could no longer feel the heat.

He was hurting, and I was hurting for him.

I did not know if that was a good thing or not but I knew one thing for certain.

My father would be very dissatisfied and disappointed with my actions today.

"What happens to the people are the Ones choice, and we have no say nor choice of our own to judge them." He would say to me.

But yet, even knowing this, I still ran up and tackled the kid to the ground, laughing.

"Good sir what are you doing?!" His... butler maybe, asked me.

"Wanna be friends?" I asked the boy cheerfully, hoping that I could cheer him up.