Lying in bed and not being able to sleep after he vanished, but as I grew up I began to lose sight of his memory. His empire crumbled and I was too helpless to go after him. Now, no longer a child, I walk through the halls of which I was raised. The air has a certain chill and my heart feels the presence of a shadow from the past I once knew clearly, but now it is a cloud of black that is my memory. That cloaked figure standing in front of me is....
"Ferrara...It is you." That voice it couldn't be, but who?
"S-si, but if I may ask,who are you?" Confused blue orbs gazed towards the one who spoke. My own vocals barely above a soft whisper.
"I'm the one who no longer exists in the world today, but I remain in your heart and in your dreams..." The figure stated tenderly, almost sadly and took a step closer to me as each word was spoken in a way that I thought of as love, but acompanied with hints of sorrow.
I look up as he gazes down at me and with a small fagile hand, I reached toward the cloak's hood a little hesitant, but when I saw the face I've yearned to get at least one last glimps of those loving saphire pools of blue that made me feel safe and warm.
"Holy Rome..." A whimper tore throungh the sad whisper meant for his ears to hear and the tears he wiped from my eyes reminded me, that was not just another a nightmare...this was real.
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A/N:
YES, I WROTE THIS IN FIRST PERSON FOR A DAMN GOOD REASON!
