|:| Heir |:|

|:| Part II |:|

This time, this dream took place in a wide, bright room, with pillars that aligned so perfectly. He looked down. His own hand. What is going on? Shouldn't he be the boy?

Suddenly a door slid open, revealing a dark blue hooded female figure, her solemn look never fading. She was in her usual flowing dress, dark. As if crying for a death, a death of a family member. He tilted his head. The mother?

The woman seemed to be so quiet, walking across the room towards... a great big... throne covered in cloth. How did he know it was a throne?

That didn't matter. The mother knelt down just in front of the throne, pulling down her hood to reveal the flowing navy blue hair. Tears were streaming down her face. She somehow looked as if she was deeply guilty.

"Oh, how I long to see you again..."

"...My son."

His eyes flew opened in a jolt, him looking around. He was in cold sweat, his heart palpitating. There was a knocking at the door, followed by a muffled voice. He ran his hand through his hair, trying to make sure that he was on his bed, in Boston. In that small bedroom of his.

"Kale? You alright there?" Oh it was just his father. And apparently the nickname stuck...unfortunately for him.

"Y-yeah?" He got, walking to the door to greet his adoptive father. Kent's sandy blonde hair was tousled as normal; his brown eyes hide the anxiety as Ca'el opened the door. The entire family made a tradition of wearing hand knit sweaters by Rachel. He shouted questions at Kent internally, screaming at him to tell him what was wrong. But he knew it was better to shut up. What good would it bring up the subject? Ignorance was bliss sometimes.

But could he keep it in?

"Oh nothing, just wanted to wake you up for breakfast," his anxiety was now long gone, instead a glint in his eyes. Uh oh, did he do something wrong? Ca'el shifted his feet uncomfortably under his father's glint.

"And it's your turn to bring Sol out for a walk." Oh, it wasn't-

Wait no. He glanced down at the Golden Retriever that playfully rolled on the ground behind them. Oh damn, she was vicious as her name, Sol, sun goddess in Norse mythology. He bit back an excuse, u-turning into his room and pulling a beige sweater and winter jacket on.

Eyes closed as he walked down the cold streets, Sol being slightly calmer that day. He memorized the roads, for he has been here since young.

"What makes him so better?!" He threw a chair down, the wood shattering into pieces. Wait no; he wasn't himself again...that same guy with amber eyes. His once-perfectly straight blue jacket was now unbuttoned wildly, showing the white shirt underneath. His dark blue hair now ruffled and covering one eye. Wildness and hatred radiated from him. He could hear female servants behind, muffling their gasps as they refused to enter the room of the mad prince.

He turned to the mirror which was shattered into a perfect spider web formation. Anger pulsed another round throughout his body as he lifted his fist, about to run his hand into the sharp shards when-

"You'll kill yourself!" A girl pushed through the crowd of maids, rushing to him in time to hold him back. Ca'el couldn't see her face; perhaps the memory was not strong enough. But she embraced around him tightly, stubbornly. Refusing to give up and let go despite his pushes and efforts. She was crying, her arm wrapping around his upper arms and chest to prevent him to hurting himself anymore.

She only seemed like a kid.

Did she like him? Why, why a psychopathic guy like him?

He grunted, bending over for a while, which led to him kneeling on the ground. Sol tilted her head, trying to lick him but he had his head lowered, his back still bended. A sharp pain shot through from his chest to his head, him rubbing his temples. He could feel the soft biting of the winter coldness, white sounds flashing in his ears.

"Ca'el! Ca'el, look at me-" He gripped whoever had a hand on him, about to shove them away when he opened his eyes.

Staring into those grey eyes. Those familiar grey eyes that would save him from the iciness of these nightmares.

"Ca'el...oh gods, are you alright?" Desa hurriedly pulled his hood down, scanning for any red stains or any injuries. He merely looked at her, slightly dazed. His grip on her forearm was still tight, his lower lip quivering at the sight of her. She glanced back up at him, frustration edging her voice, "Please answer me!-"

Without second thoughts or words, he pulled her in, embracing her tightly. Afraid to let go. Hating himself for feeling so weak. His eyelids fluttered half-closed, his arms around her tense body.

Desa flushed at the contact, glancing at her friend uneasily. She soon relaxed, embracing him, patting his back for comfort. Resting her head on his shoulder, she buried her head there for a moment, "We should get you to somewhere warm."

He refused to let go from their interlocked arms, almost hugging hers as she walked Sol back. No doubt, she enjoyed his warmth, but her wanting to help lift the mood, touched his bare neck with her cold hands. She enjoyed his reaction of his dodging away whenever her hand came near.

"Oh gods, what happened-" Rachel came rushing out to greet them, immediately tousling her son's hair. Desa gave a small smile, ruffling Sol's fur before sending her loose inside. Ca'el brushed his mother's hand away, but it kept returning.

"Mom, stop." He huffed, somewhat annoyed with his overprotective parents. He heard a soft giggle, looking down to see Desa chewing on her lips to prevent herself from bursting out loud. He rolled his eyes, ignoring her. She was so childish.

"He had a small attack at the road." She smiled innocently, and he could tell that she was just trying to help. That pure side of her, he realized he was staring at her. Her smile was...nice.

"Did you take the pills, and do come in dear. It's freezing outside," Rachel fussed about, pulling Desa in, her stumbling. It was now his turn to smirk, making her grit her teeth subtly. "It's freezing outside."

"Yeah, Des. You're already cold, why don't you come in and warm up?" He smirked, earning a painful pinch from her. Ca'el chuckled, nodding to his mother's question. They got cups of hot cocoa. Made by his mother, it was the best.

She was busy talking to his parents which was good enough since he needed time to think. A merry fire crackled in the fireplace, Sol fast asleep in front of the fire, drying off. The hot cocoa warmed his hands, but he was deep in thought. His thoughts drowning out all other noises.

Who was that girl? That boy, Ah'Hel. Why?

He could try and contain that whirlwind of questions.