Magical Boys Lost on Earth

Zadkiel Alamex of Kreg part one

Have you ever met someone with such bad luck that they end up on the wrong side of history? That someone would be me.

Inside a luxurious castle, among thousands of shelves full of old books, I hide in the shadows of a column. Why do I hide?

Part of my bad luck comes from being diagnosed with oculocutaneous Albinism. I consider it as an allergy to light accompanied by vision problems and stunning snow-colored beauty. I spent most of this week on top of this pile of books almost a meter high (believe it or not it was much smaller when I started) holding in my hands a notebook scrawled at the edges with my handwriting, which after a lot of training became elegant.

Without wanting to brag. It definitely doesn't look like anything a child or even a nobleman would do, but a prodigy at 3 and genius at 5 years old. The stupidity of children my age definitely creates a contrast. However, due to my easy and seemingly unambitious personality, people tend to ignore me. Not that I care, it's usually a big advantage.

My notebook is heavy and almost too big for my hands. The people of this land don't value enough knowledge to make it more practical.

Speaking of which, we are on the island of Kreg.

You probably know that by now, right?

 An island divided into two kingdoms, the two good ones in red-yellow armors and the cruel southern empire in black and blue.

To make things more difficult, I am on the side of the villains.

Do not ask me how I got here. I have no idea. I'm am trying to find out for 5 years, and I still have not found anyone willing to cooperate with me and tell me what is going on. My only luck was that I managed to escape poverty. These greedy old aristocrats exploit their people in every way possible. By the way, the name I was given is Zadkiel Alamex de Kreg. Crown Prince, the future king,(at least until the old king decides to appoint someone else a prince. If I am your biological child? I don't give a s**t, anyway this is a very delicate topic to discuss with a "baby") most importantly I am going to tell this story from now on. 

Yes I know, it seems to have come from a fairy tale. I still can't believe that I'm surrounded by so funny people.

Well, my chance to become the hero isn't it? In fact, villains always lose in the end, and I'm getting tired of looking for answers in this moldy library.

And that leads us to the question of the day. What have I been looking for here for two weeks without any success?

I am hunting a ghost. Not literally, but in the sense of a person who leaves no trace of his existence behind.

Nabee the best prophet of all time.

The first time I heard that this guy sealed my fate I thought "Are these people still going to believe in prophets? What age are we in one more time? One thousand seven hundred after Christ or One thousand eight hundred and forty-six years ago?"

Let's get one thing straight. I am not evil, and I am not the villain here. All I want as my life goal is peace. For as long as I can remember, I've been surrounded by people wanting things. Trying to win my favor and use me for his own purposes. They always said, "You don't know anything, do what we say, we know more." So I learned. He learned to speak, read, calculate and write better than any of them. But nothing worked. They kept saying, "You don't know anything, do what we say and there will be no consequences." At that point, I realized they were all idiots. They knew how to calculate, but they did not calculate their own errors. They knew how to read, but they had books just for decoration. I just want to stay away from idiots. Maybe life is not so bad if you have peace? I read a book called the richest man in the world. His wealth was his freedom and healthy. He had nothing. I don't understand it literally any way I will never be healthy. I'm just looking for a comfortable way to not worry about idiots wanting things. In other words, living outside political games, wars, manual labor, or people using me like a puppet and scapegoat. It sounds simple, doesn't it? Easier said than done.

Especially when an old man with credibility from the days of the great Alexander proclaims you a herald of destruction in his last words.

Curious to know what those words were? Wait a minute, let me put my notebook aside and... I'm sure I left that book here somewhere ... Oh! I'm sitting on it. He kneaded it a little, but it's not like it wasn't turning to dust.

Now let's see ...

"You will fall first at the hands of a blond-haired man. You will become the chance of taking revenge thankfully a red-eye boy, but careful it is two sides knife"

And that is all I could find in all the libraries, which was said to the Kreg people.

Inaccurate don't you think? However, it was enough that all the blond boys who were born on the island were expelled to the mainland. And the red-eyed? Well, I do not know anyone besides, of course, me. I wonder if that old man was aware of the catastrophes that his words brought.

Even so, as in all famous stories, it didn't help. A man from a poor family, with blond hair like sunshine and orange eyes, arrived to save his country. He founded a new republic called Castile in the north of the island. Unfortunately, he died a few days after the founding of the new kingdom.

 Arthur, a boy said the heir to the hero was crowned king.

And then the grace of the story ends. The rest of this book talks only about politics.

 How Arthur expanded his territory using peace agreements, export market monopolies, and blah, blah, blah.

Speaking of politics, I ended up hearing something interesting from the maids this morning.

A new trader in the neutral zone was hired by the king of Castile and has been making a lot of money. I even heard some nobles accusing the king of stealing a citizen of Kreg. 

 The Spanish War of Succession is taking the resources of both Castela and Kreg. The two nations chose opposing parties, which only increases the tension between them.

The merchant could be the spark that was missing.

The war is coming, and I seem to get farther and farther from my goal.

You must be wondering why I'm telling you all this when you expect me to live the story and not just comment on random things. First of all, it would be strange to just be doing my thing when I know you are there. In second place, nothing I said here is random,  I'm 90% sure that if you didn't listen to me, you'd think I'm the bad guy. My pride is a little too big to let that happen. No worry, Now I will act as you guys were just some wandering ghosts and talk to myself. Now that we’ve finished the presentations, let’s get to what all of you want to read, action.

What we have for today's lovely life?

Try to survive in that castle for another day? Avoid being treated like a baby if I can, and see if I can find a clue on how to escape this war would be good.

I close the book a little too fast and create a cloud of dust that covers my entire face. For this reason, I hate old things. Finally, I get up, dusting my clothes.

— As expected from an old library, finding something useful is like looking for a needle in a haystack with nothing. — I talk to myself. I'm alone most of the day ok? It is not such a strange habit.

This was possibly the last time I visited this old, moldy place. I'm not sad since I don't do this because I want to, but because I need it.

I look for the last time at the old and dusty books when suddenly in a dark corner, a fly is caught in a spider's web. As disgusting as ever, but before the spider can reach the fly it is snapped up by a gecko that later would probably be caught by a mouse. A displeased expression forms on my delicate face.

If I get rich I promise that this will be the first place I’m going to fix, well, at least it’s the only peaceful spot in this sequin castle.

I start walking towards the exit, dodging the stacks of abandoned books when I hear the chimes of a church bell.

 I take out my pocket watch hoping it's not true.

The silver pointers pointed to nothing more or nothing less than noon. It couldn't get any worse, it should have left earlier. You know it's your fault that I'm late, don't you?

 I hate the light, or rather I never had good experiences with the sun.

Even so, something I hate more than seeing the sun, is to find the old frowning King angry, especially when this centenary man has a right to the quality of the food I receive.

I take a long breath before pushing the doorknob in the dark oak as if that postpones what is to come.

As I had expected, when opening the creaky door, the light outside was so great that I feel as if someone is holding a lamp in front of my eyes, next to a puff of hot air against my face.

I couldn't help screaming.

—AAA! —I push the door open while I rub my eyes in agony. Honestly, I feel that every time this happens my vision gets worse. I presume it's good to put this on the list of problems to solve.

When my vision cleared I could make out the shape of a maid, dressed in a dress in the colors of the flag, who silently waited for me besides the library entrance.

The maid shyly cast a concerned look in my direction, but then she lowered her face again when she noticed that I was fine. 

— Would you have a message for me? — I exclaim still irritated by the light. pausing to get a better look she had rare curly ginger hair that didn't match the dry colors of her dress. Her eyes are also a color until quite rare in these lands, sapphire green. I don't remember seeing her face, not that I am good at remembering faces, but I would definitely notice if I was someone peculiar like her.

I bet she is the king's new favorite, imported straight from abroad at a high price.

— With your permission? —Her voice is modeled and sweet. From the voice and the thickness of the ires ring, I can also deduce that she is between 16 and 20 years old. Look! That book on how to analyze people by appearance was not so useless after all!

— Yes? — I say already suspecting the maid's tone. No one speaks with you so respectfully if they don't want something.

— Your Majesty said that this was the last warning for your Highness to attend your study sessions, with your Magnificence, Professor Rômulo. His patience has come to an end and your Majesty requires a “private conversation”. — Articulated the maid in the most respectful tone she could. Didn't I say? They always want something from you.

—So I suppose you are here to make sure I don't dodge somewhere else, am I right? — I ask with slight sarcasm. That old man is always like that. He acts as if he is the owner of everything and the almighty (not that he is not), but with some cunning, he always changes his mind.

— My orders are only to deliver the message and report to Your Majesty in case your Highness strays. —Replied the servant again with extreme respect.

It wasn't like I hated studying, or that Rômulo was not a good teacher, but that the contents of his classes were boring. I find it more productive to spend time with my research.

In fact, I can.

The whole kingdom treated me like a messiah who could bring a miracle with any action.

And the only authorities who were allowed to give me orders were my old King and his advisers. Nobles only treated me as an expensive piece of porcelain.

I sigh and resume my normally cool and calm composure, before proclaiming. 

— Why not? Today I have some matters to discuss with your Majesty. I know the way. You are excused, go back to work. — And yes, if you haven't noticed yet I have a slight narcissistic complex. Not that I am not a genius, rich, and heir to the throne. Just so you know that I am aware of this fact and that it does not affect any aspect of my life.

— At your disposal, your highness. — I watch the maid disappear among the halls of the palace before starting the journey on my own. It is better to get this over at once.