Somebody

Percivs

It has been three days since that strange person who called themselves rage, was found in my room. And his offer echo's around in my head

"if you ever want to experience real life, come look for me."

I slowly lower myself into the bath that I requested, water warmer than I wanted, but I don't complain. Now I know people think I am the kind of person who sends the food back cause there is not enough tomato's on my salad, but I don't.

I am actually, really close to all the serving people, my main server is an older woman, named Maria. She was a big boisterous person, and sweet and motherly to me. She has been taking care of me seince my mother died when I was younger.

My mother, oh how I loved my mother. She was a beautiful person and a wonderful queen. She was the actual ruler of Latimus, she was the blood. My father was a kind nobleman she fell in love with. Only if he was like that now.

I submerge my head into the water, and then pull it back out. I rise from the water, to get ready for the ball this evening. I put on my most simple clothes in spite of my father. Then I make my way to my giant mirror. I honestly don't know why everything in my room is so unbelievably large.

I look at my reflection, I look like my father, I think as I put all the jewelry that marks my high status. All that I wear is a simple nose ring, and a couple piercings in my ears. I smooth back my already curling hair. I hate putting all that product in my hair, but I will do anything to not look like my father. I hear the serving door open, and I smile.

"Maria," I cry out, " I don't want to go to the stupid party," I complain as she starts fussing over my hair making it stick to my head, and making it darker.

"I know you have been complaining about it for weeks," she groans, she is a very animated speaker, so I know she is talking by the movement of her hands. "you don't have to stay long, just check in with your father, walk around talk to people, then come back, ok?"

"Fine," I begrudgingly agree.

At dusk the guests start arriving. After a couple minutes I finally convince myself to go down and join the party.

I sneak into the ballroom, not wanting all the attention on me with a big loud Maria like entrance. I slowly make my way to the group of people surrounding themselves around my father, all laughing, pretending that what he just said was actually funny.

I walk by him and make eye contact, that's me checking in. He makes a curt nod, and I quickly walk away.

I mingle with some of the noblemen and women I went to school with. Exchanging stories of how little those classes really helped us.

About an hour, ten minutes of just blending into the back I finally, sneak off. I was planning on just going to my room and reading, but on the way to the stairway, I see a figure leaning against the painting of my mother.

"Step away from the painting," I bellow furious of the persons disrespect.

"Wow, you just love your paintings don't you," the person replies, stepping out of the shadows of the dark hallway and into the bright foyer.

"Its you," I say looking the 'Rage' character, "Guards," I yell. He turns around, running up the stairs I planned to go up anyway.

I unlike the overweight guards, I can keep pace with the smaller person. I being right on his tail as he takes the turn to the hallway that leads to the service elevator. I having knowledge of his obvious destination pull head of him an throw his body to the wall.

"where do you think your going?" I growl looking down on the smaller figure.

"Wherever I want to," he growls back with the same intensity.

"You are not getting away this time," I pointed out.

He grins, "We will see about that," then he knees me in the stomach, and pushes me off him. He opens the window, looks back at me.

"My offer still stands, princess." He grins, giving a mock salute again, and jumping out the window.

That kid has a death wish. I look out the window and see him running across the roof of my fathers quarters. I slowly walk away from the window going back the direction of my room. The whole way all I can think of is the scruffy blonde kid.

I enter my room, and sit down on the side of my bed. I groan and flop onto my back.

I have come to the conclusion, I'm going to find him.