Don't Feed The Warrior (Boy x Boy)

Memory 1: Genesis

Date:   December 17th, 15.711

Perspective:  Vladimir Pulli

Setting: Tarifa City, Narfia

"Once upon a time,

in a land consumed by sand,

lived a young boy with a pen in his hand.

This boy was young, not older than ten or eleven

with wispy blonde hair and freckles on his nose-"

No, no that's not right! Nose doesn't rhyme with eleven! But what would I replace with nose? It's not as if I can just lie and say my freckles are somewhere else besides my nose!

I sigh, leaning back against the tree that is propelling me up. This is the third time I have attempted to write a diary and it seems as much of a fail as both other attempts. My twin sister, Vanity, she wanted me to keep a diary like her. But no matter how hard I try, it seems I am incapable of doing so. It's too hard to write about yourself, too much vanity involved. I would rather write about the tree I'm currently lying on or the vast blue sky ahead of me.

I yawn, and turn around, so as to face the sky better.What to do now? Oh, what to do? If I go back to Vanity and mother, they'll make me do chores, but if I stay here I'll bore myself to death. There's nothing to do here in Narfia if you're nobility. You either stay at home with nothing to do, or you go adventure around the vast land with absolutely no goal in mind. I used to always stay home and study with Vanity, but ever since father died it has been difficult to be around the rest of my weeping family. Hence, I am always outside by myself. Adventuring this rock or that, writing down my findings, and taking the convenient nap every once in awhile. It is a boring existence, and certainly not the most preferable one, but it's something to do.

  I glance down at myself, and start to fiddle with the choker on my neck. Many Narfian nobility wear such necklaces, as they are believed to be exceptionally beautiful. However, mine is special. The mass majority of it is a simple black leather, however in the very center is one tiny purple jewel shaped as a crescent moon. It contrasts with Vanity's necklace, which contains a sun jewel on hers. Together we are day and night, the children of the Pulli family, the most powerful nobility in Narfia. We have consistently remained second to the royal family for 85 years, and many people wish for it to remain that way. Even with my father, Regus Pulli, dead, my mother Katrina has been capable of keeping our name in check and fulfilling our family duties.

My lips curl into a grin.

Even if my father has died and I am nothing more than a bored eleven year old boy, I have my mother and sister, and I will always be grateful for them.

I sigh, letting my arms stretch out onto the sandy ground. The sun is so bright and relaxing, the wind so calmly brushing this way or that. I could just...fall...

...

"Hey, are you alright?" a voice calls out.

W-wha? What happened? Did I fall asleep?

I attempt to open my eyes, but as expected everything is nothing more than a surreal blur.I glance at the shadowy figure above me.  At first I cannot tell what it is, but after a second it begins to take a form. It is a boy, most likely around my age, with soft brown hair and hazel eyes. He is handsome.

"Uh-uhm, yes, I'm alright." I begin to reply, attempting to pull myself together and stand up. "I just...I guess I dozed off a bit. Today's been really pleasant."