Hunter, Juggernaut, Assassin, Warrior (DNF)

Father of Future Kings to Come

His body ached from his fight with Techno, but in a good way. Like after a nice long workout session. The only thing he needed to do today, was talk to the King. Then he could go to his chambers and sleep for a week. He was there now, inside of his chambers making himself presentable.

It was an exceptionally large and royal looking room. The kingdom colors of green and gold were laid out as accents against the main dark wooden build of the room. Sheets and other soft décor were the color of gentle creams and beiges. It was reminiscent of a warm winter cabin. Though the large windows looking out towards the mountains gave the room the light of spring. Clay looked out the window towards the mountains, towards his home. Soon. He thought. Soon he'd be home.

The servants of the Fifth Kingdom had laid out fresh clothing. It was simple, nothing to royal or even that noble about them. Dark tanned trousers and a white tunic. He smiled. Fresh clothes would be nice. The servants also left a bowl of clean water by the vanity. Clay waltz over to it, a light hop and skip in his step. He felt good, like the world was finally right. Because it was right, wasn't it?

He washed the now dried blood and general muck from his face. It had been a long time since he saw his sun-kissed skin without dirt. Clay looked at his face. A small scruff had started to hug his chin and he finally noticed his freckles. His hair had also grown quite long. He kind of liked the length, it was long enough to where he could wear it up. After he had washed himself clean and threw his hair back into a very messy bun, he dressed himself and left the room in search of the king.

Even though he was a guest within a kingdom who would do anything to protect him, he still left uneasy. Clay felt like someone was watching him. But what could you do? People were hunting him; it was normal to feel like this.

As he was walking down the hallways, he noticed the painting lining them. There were portraits of all the royal families. King Dan of the First Kingdom, dowsed in cool blues and silvers, his kingdom colors. King Sparklez of the Second, sitting on a chair with a harp in the background. Queen Aphmau and her husband, sitting outside with their several children around them. Each one looked wise beyond their years, having blank and unemotional expressions.

And then there was the Fourth Kingdom portrait. It was of the King and Queen. His parents. The painting was clearly dated, as Clay was in this work of art. He was depicted as a young boy, maybe six or seven years old. His mother was sitting in a chair, in her arms was Clay's baby sister. His father was slightly behind the chair with Clay in front of his legs.

Clay stopped dead in his tracks when he saw this. It had been a while since he saw a painting of his family. He remembered that day where they hired an artist. His sister was a few months old at the time and kept fusing. Clay smiled fondly as he lost himself in thought, he didn't notice the person approaching him.

"You look just like him, you know." It was a familiar voice, though it had grown gruff with age. "Your father, that is." Clay looked to his side to see the King of the Fifth Kingdom, Philza. He was dressed in royal greens and gold, his blonde and gray hair pulled back into a low ponytail. Even though he had aged with grace, his massive wings hadn't aged a single day. They were a greyish blue, the feathers seemingly shimmering slightly in the pale evening lights.

"My King!" Clay gasped, falling to his knees in a bow.

"My dearest Clay. Don't bow. You don't have to been so formal you know." King Philza laughed. Clay felt slightly embarrassed as he rose to his feet. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously as he looked towards the painting again. "You must miss them." Philza sighed.

"I do... everyday." Clay inhaled deeply.

"They'd be proud of you. I'm proud of you. You've done right by them." Philza smiled warmly, placing a comforting hand on Clay's shoulder.