The Ghost That Never Knew How To Fly

Chapter Three- The King's Right Hand Man

The glistening stream of the pond sent a shock wave of tears from my eyes. I cried painfully so much that it overtook my emotions tenfold, and I blacked out. When I woke up, I was floating in the pond with Tara sitting next to me on the dock.

"You startled me a little, but I chopped you to smitherines." The fair look on her face looked very shallow, but it lightened up in a gaze.

"You should stay far away from me," I said, tempted to take her doll and burn it once I found it.

"You know I can't do that. You're like a brother to me."

The smile drained from her face, and she gasped.

"You're bleeding!"

"Oh, it's nothing."

I got out of the water, and went to go wash up in the bath chambers.

The faint odor of outdated soap and the dead filled the air, but I went back to feeding the horses the following day. The king noted to me that nothing was happening outside of the kingdom walls, which I was great full that I could survive off duty. Nothing was going to get us from in here.

The days went by with worry and troublesomeness of fear that lingered that tended to happen.

I wondered where she was, and if she was happy wherever she was.

"Claudia..."

I relaxed after taking care of the horses that night, and thought about Claudia throughout these dreadful times in my loneliness.

There she was, she was staring at me. Something seemed a little bit shaken in her.

"I fear our baby is not going to make it," she grieved in a weep.

I knew I was dreaming because she had already left before that could happen I real life. But why had I dreamt of that? I padded this along of dabbles in my notebook. The star filled moonlight glistened in as I laid out into the gaze of the moon. I laid out with a crippling feeling of longing for Claudia.

I woke up in the layer of grass where I had gazed at the stars the previous night. I looked at the bright sunlight, and noted that it was mid morning.

I got the horses some feed, and shoveled poop.

"I think you and my father should speak more," I heard the annoying voice of the little pipsqueak of a princess that needed manors.

"If he doesn't need business with me, then what is the point?"

"Benjamin, I think it's for the best."

The faint look of worry entered her brow.

She was suddenly around 23 years old, and looked rather beautiful, but still like the child I knew her to be.

"Well, if you insist."