His name was James. Just a simple young boy. He was only seventeen at the time of 1910. He was British and had short, shaggy, un-cut dark brown hair that neatly fell over his eyes that were a bright and vivid colour of green, always full of life and adventure.
They may have looked like that but on the outside he was just a simple teenager. He came from a very rich family and a fairly loving one too. His mother loved him dearly, as did his father but they were too loving. They kept him close at all times and insisted that he got tutored, they didn't want him going to school then coming back as a delinquent. He wanted friends, people to talk to.
You see, when he was a child, he was loud, messy and adventurous but over the years as he learnt that he wasn't even aloud to step outside his house without someone with him so his spirit faded. But no, that spirit decided to linger, it stayed there throughout his years until we came to the present day of his normal seventeen year old life.
Just at that moment he had been taking a break from his tutoring as he said he had a stomach ache. Lies. He didn't have a stomach ache, he just wanted out. So he had requested that he could leave to get some fresh air. So he wandered out into his large back garden, his garden being one of the very few places he was aloud to be alone in, past the rather large fountain to sit behind it, so anyone who looked out of their back door could not see him because of the fountain in the way. He wanted to enjoy at least a little bit of this day at least. It was his birthday, his seventeenth birthday, they didn't celebrate all too much but he wished they did.
Playing with the koi in the large expanse of the fountain, he didn't hear the footsteps approaching him. "Ahem." Came a voice from behind him, he quickly pulled out his hand and spun around on his heels from where he had been crouching and stood up rather quickly.
He saw his father standing in front of him. A tall blonde man with bright green eyes and big, dark eyebrows. Yes, he was blonde, but he got his eyes from his father at least. And his accent of course. "Your mother and I have decided that because it is your birthday we will allow you to leave the mansion but to only go to the library down the street. You are aloud to stay there for as long as you like and we will send someone to come pick you up when you request it."
James nearly jumped for joy at what he was hearing. "Really? I can! I can really leave the mansion? ..Will I be on my own?" He asked cautiously, he hoped that he would be able to be on his own for once. To not have someone following him about.
"Yes, of course." His Father replied slowly, "We can trust you now that you are old enough. But you have to promise us one thing.." Trailing off, he slightly crouched to look his son dead in the eyes with possibly the most serious look James had ever seen.
So, wanting to know what he meant he nodded as a reply. "You know the castle? The one just up the road opposite of the library? Castle Brennenburg? You cant ever go in there. Ever. It is a very dangerous place for a young boy like you and we wouldn't want anything to happen to you, would we?" His father said in a deep and serious tone. "No.." 'I didn't know it was so dangerous though..' He added as an afterthought.
After his father had told him about the rules of the library, not that he didn't know them already, he set off. His mother got one of their many butlers to draw up a carriage to bring him to the large library. He could easily walk there but his mother insisted as she thought he was too skinny and needed to put on weight so walking wouldn't help.
As the luxurious carriage came to a halt at the doors of the library and his butler helped him out of the booth and onto the hard gravel, he spun around to see the castle and as he was staring at it's beauty, he didn't notice the carriage drive away or hear the loud 'neigh's' of the horses. He shook his head to get out of his thoughts. 'No, father said I was here to read and learn. Im not aloud to go into that beautiful.. Castle.' Sighing, he turned around to finally entre the library.
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