Dad was talking to his cereal again.
I walk into the dinning hall and I can already tell that it is going to be a bad day.
The knights are preparing to leave. There would be no fun for me today.
The royal guard consisted of the only people, besides my family I was aloud to talk to.
Being future king kinda sucks cause the now king is always like "you gotta do this you gotta do that. Don't set the curtains on fire again, and stuff like that."
I sat at the table and my dad sat down.
"Do you remember Greg?" He asked
"Uncle Greg?"
"Yeah"
Greg wasn't really my uncle, it was just that my dad was an only child and Greg was the only other boy at the castle. They were best friends.
"His son is coming to stay with us for awhile." He says.
"He had a son?"
"Yeah" my dad wasn't one for words.
The first thing I noticed about the boy was his hair. He hadn't done it this morning.
The boy placed his bag on the mattress on the floor in my room. I had no idea why my dad insisted on putting him in my room when we had plenty of extra rooms just down the hall, but when I brought it up, he said that it was the best thing for the situation.
Whatever that means.
Still, I get the feeling that he isn't telling me everything. Why was Greg's son was here and not him. I didn't even know Greg had a son this morning, and now he's sharing a room with me.
He is being quiet so I try to break the ice.
"So where are you from?" I ask
"Just the small island over there." It was an island not fair from the shore, and I could see it from my window.
"It is beautiful" I try to get him to talk.
"I wish I was there now" he sighs. Suddenly, his face lights up.
"Do you know where we can find a basin? Then we could talk to Carla."
"You mean the cereal bowls? Yeah, I know where we could find some."
He gives me a puzzled look, but follows me to the kitchen anyway.
We grab one from the top shelf and fill it with water.
"Now what?" I ask. I've never done this before.
He asks for the salt and I go grab it. I can't help but wonder who he thinks is going to start it for him, but he seems much less stressed.
I hand him the salt. He pours some in it, then he sticks his finger in and tastes it. He nods approval and says something that I can't understand.
The water swirls, turns a pale purple and suddenly there is an image of an old woman in the bowl.
He smiles at her.
They have a long conversation, and then he asks if there is any word on his dad.
That was when I butt in.
"Is something wrong with Greg?"
The old woman looks startled, but then gets a sad look in her eye.
"Has no one told you, prince Atlas?" She asks "Lord Greg has been kidnapped."
