Monochrome Variation

Chapter I Part One: Shades of White

I: Shades of White – Lucan

            Gone and faded away, off to no-where, not seen, nor heard; Sylvain and Ria, the supreme rulers and heads of Celestial Light -- sometimes referred to as Celeslite -- had vanished. Are they alive? That’s rather uncertain. There is not a droplet of trace, not even a disgruntled fingerprint was found. Existence is a fickle characteristic to some, but to many others if they ever heard the truth of their beloved royalty, panic will arise, riots will pervade and snow-colored emptiness will scatter throughout the kingdom. This shall be secret and a secret to be kept to only those of the Royal Castle of Celeslite for the sake of safety and well-being of all the citizens and residents of the kingdom. The esoteric fact must be kept cryptic for the next five years, at when the heir shall become of age and thought to be a legitimized ruler, rather than a mere undeveloped child. Though by belief, he is the rightful supreme of this kingdom, despite the lowly age of eleven. Still, the heir is one of superior decent from the beyond of what is believed by many to be the spirit realm as were those before him, just like the predecessors some might say. But the surrounding life need not know that their previous angels, whom they never lost faith in, had dissipated.

            To keep the people happy is key. He knew. That was the way he was taught, that was his duty, his sole responsibility, the most pivotal task he must perform with graceful tact. For that reason and that reason alone, his ascension to power must not be known.

            Inside the majestic Royal Castle, which was tabooed to be entered by anyone but the holy and his/her/their servants, filled with extravagantly decorated jewelry meant to support lavish lifestyles of the supreme, he was alone. Through the years, he had always been a reclusive child, one that never felt the kindness and comfort of a friend, only servants who rush to his every need. Not because he wanted to, but for him, that choice was never an option. Those in the Royal Castle are forbidden to contact other on the outside, and can only watch; though on special holidays, two delegates, chosen for life and methodically selected by blood, are able to process information back and forth between the Royal Castle and the Nobility Mansion.

            They are Artemis and Aurelius, the only living specimen outside of Sylvain and Ria that he had ever spoken to, the only people he had ever been permitted to speak to. As a transcendental individual, he was to be isolated from the world around him, only able to inspect the events from afar to learn and gather knowledge without becoming involved, because contact with the external world is considered heinous, corrupting, and indecent; and has been, for as long as anyone can remember.

            He travels through the hallways unable to avoid the monotonous emission of a glowing sense of boundless elegant radiance throughout every millimeter of the castle. Through a ceiling of crystal glass, he would always watch any and every incident that ensued anywhere in Celeslite aside from the castle because to spread happiness upon his home, he must first comprehend human reaction before he could govern. It was the philosophy Sylvain and Ria believed. It is what he is to follow. It is his obligation.

            He is Lucan. Simply a young boy meant to be a future catalyst to the serenity of Elysium. He will be the hope of Celeslite. The world is divided into two fractions: Celeslite and Shadow Requiem. He knows. Peace is always the best option. He accepts. The Supremes of the two fractions have substantial connection. He acknowledges. He has a purpose to be filled. He understands. Making his way through the labyrinth that is his home, he seeks his loyal servants, the ones he must trust. He wanders around the castle for the first time in his life. Never before had he had a chance, not with Sylvain and Ria around, working hard to develop him from birth and watching his every move, to find interaction. Lucan explores the Royal Castle innocently with his ghostly white bobbed hair falling just above the shoulders, eyes determinedly gleaming of glistening light-honeydew. Uncertainty fills the air as his heart wavered on which direction to take; after all, no one had ever told him what was hidden behind the paths to even the most common passageways. Step after step, fear gradually permeates through his skin, inch by inch; if sleep were a possibility, nightmares would maneuver through his internal firewall and evade his mind from a minimum of an a hundred and eighty degree angle.