Magical Boys Lost on Earth

The revolt of yet another prince

Warm light warms my skin. It's already day! I open my eyes, take a deep breath of the cold morning air. And I'm awake! I jump out of bed and stretch as far as I can. The birds are singing, the sun is rising, and the whole day seems to be smiling!

Turn to my bench, a bowl of freshwater rests in it. 

I observe my reflection, how happy I look today!

Can't stop smiling!

Wash my face. How cold is the water!

For sure, I am well awake now.

Turn to my wardrobe, start to dress myself up. 

I need to button the buttons right! Tie the knot in the best possible way. And still, need to be careful not to wear anything inside out!

Why are clothes so complicated?

Tock tock I hear from the door.

—Come in! — I answer right away.

—How excited your highness is this morning! —The familiar voice exclaims.

—Moli! Help me out! I am stuck!— I give up trying to stick my head in the jacket.

—Well, it is already a breakthrough!— She says pulling me out of the jacket. I can see again!

—Are you looking forward to this morning?— She asks putting the jacket in me the right way. I smile even more.

—The past few weeks have been incredible. Everything seems like a dream! — She smiles at me too and buttons my buttons. 

—I could do that alone!— She does not respond.

Just gets up and takes a comb from my desk, but then she says in a sunny tone.

—Well, I think my little boy already can many things. He even has a little sister to take care of.

—And love! — I complement.

She starts to comb my hair, with much care. 

—I will watch her grow and take care of her! —I do so, to show that I know I can do. She comes close to me to adjust my collar. And then she says as if I were her scholar.

—That is Sr. Ronald's task. Never make promises you still can't keep. — I do not understand. But she does not wait for me to go out of dreamland. Starts pulling my hand.

—But I am sure I can do it!— Of course, only if she permits. She stops, turns to me with a serious look. It scares me from time to time.

—She will have to fall to learn to walk. And Ronald is the one who took care of her wounds. Her job is to be her friend and walk beside her ok?— Still do not understand.

—Why Ronald and not me?— This time she laughs! Better than the scary look.

—My little one, you have no idea of your size. As long as you can't beat Ronald in a fight, he will protect her and you too. He is your new godfather so be sure to respect him!— Now it makes sense. 

—But of course, I will! Morning practice is much more fun with Sir Ronald teaching me. And I will always try harder So I am sure one day I will win him!— She is happy! And giving me the proud look! I love her stroking my hair!

—That is my little boy. The war is over. You have as much free time as before. Enjoy it, you deserve it.— She goes up, continues to guide me. I do not follow her. I know she meant it good, but I am not good anymore. 

I want to cry.

I want to do so since the red-eyed prince arrived.

 She turns around again. . . And hug me, but I'm still sad, even though I'm trying very hard to do not.

—My dear if you don't get over it, how are you going to make friends again? You know “he” is not to blame. He” helped Castile win, just like you. —I don't want to answer. There's only one answer I know. And it will make her sad. But I started to answer her before I can stop myself.

—And had a paper containing a list of his victims, and asked the little sister to marry him! “A sacrifice for the greater good,” he said. But you know it is not right. — I can't see her face, but she hugs me tighter. It is good that she is not seeing that I am already crying.

—A boy just your age. Worse than a nobleman from Kreg. I know, but I am asking you just today, please, be respectful toward him. He is now our special guest. — I walk away from her. Trying to believe what she just said. I can not. Her face remains serious, while I continue to cry. 

I jump from the bleachers in the corridor to one of the trees in the courtyard. From one tree to the other until I am far enough from the bleachers to no longer hear her voice asking me to come back.  

I will stay here until she gives up on the idea of doing “he” and I get along well. Make new friends she says? If the new friend is “he” I prefer to be alone with what remains of Lion's memory!

Oh no, I think I started crying again. I can't go on crying. If “he” sees me crying, that would be the end. 

He should go back to the dungeon he came from.

— My little prince. I have tea and cookies, come and eat.

I refuse to believe that my Moli is attracting me with cookies.

— I refuse. —

—There you are, you're late for tea with Kreg's night. — I refuse to believe that Moli wants me to have tea with him. I even refuse to eat my favorite cookies. 

— I refuse.—

— Would you do me the honor of answering this mere knight why the sudden revolt? — “He” Looks like an old man with white hair. Talk like an old man. I refuse an old child to marry my sister.

— I refuse everything. Your presence, your plans, your weird way of speaking, and your very existence.—

— Forgive me for sounding rude, but I do not believe that my existence can be refused. Your attitude at the moment cannot be described otherwise if not immature. Should a nobleman behave in such a vulgar way? — Light red eyes stare at me while referring. They are cold as if there was no soul behind them.

— Vulgarity? Whoever betrayed and sold his people spoke to sell them to the enemy for titles of nobility. And he asked for a baby in marriage just to steal his wealth. You think you're going to get something here after everything you've done. If you are not returned to your dungeon, I will do it myself. — He didn't move a finger, while I caught my breath the cold eyes continued to stare at me, but this time with obvious contempt.

— TSC, TSC, TSC I expected more. How prejudiced can a nobleman in this land of barbarians is with a simple unknown boy? Do you know my plans? Really, you think it would be beneficial for me to do some damage to your part that treated me… Well enough? I would be more concerned with the damage that an irresponsible child like your highness could do to that one… Hmm… Wonderful place. — The gestures are exaggerated and the voice full of poison.

This is my limit. My head hurts, if I hear the voice for another second I will explode. He keeps talking.

— And, for a small favor, I'm not “you”, I may not have as many rights as before, but a small title with a form of respect wouldn't hurt, call me a knight… Hey, hey, your hands are dirty. Could you let go? ” Too irritating, he won't stop unless I force him to stop. Now he's laughing at me.

— Go. Punch me. Prove to everyone how barbaric the Castelians are. The prince himself hits a helpless little boy at tea time. — Is there a more malicious creature than that? If I don't end this now, this evil will only spread more…

— Very well. Guys, enough for now. Go to the table, or soon I will be forced to make use of the barbaric force you are talking about. — I dropped the evil creature right away, if you test Moli's patience she can be ruthless like the general, no matter what gender or age, you won't like to see. I quietly give up any emotion that leads me to do something stupid and walk over to my seat at the table with the tea and cookies keeping the creature under surveillance… He… Still in place? Are you crazy?

— The housekeeper… I would not commit such a crime, you have no authority to do so. — There is. You are in shock. What a confused face, looks like someone my age. You were wrong with Moli's gentle nature.

— I would like to challenge how far my authority extends “knight “? I confess that this has been happening for a long time, it would be good to remember how I can use it after the Knight gave such an accurate description of his opinion of our people and especially our beloved little prince. I am sure your king will also be surprised to stay abreast of such news. Now go, and sit down, my patience is great, but it is reaching its limit. Now. — He deserved it. The creature jumped to his place on the table on the instant the word “Now” comes out from Moli's mouth.

— Also worth to you my little prince, take that smile out of your mouth and behave, he can be a little audacious, but he is still correct, it was wrong of you to let yourself be carried away by simple words. I expect more from our Crown Prince. — And there goes my mood. I don't think the heir should describe me, but I can't let the word heir describe “he”, can I?

While I filled my mouth with as many cookies as I could, he continued to drink his tea calmly. As if our discussion never happened.

— To what do I owe such attention? — I think I was staring too hard. — If your highness wants to proceed with the debate, we can do it in a civilized way and thus not cause damage within seconds. — I didn't understand half of what he said. A chance to show how bad he is? I'm in. But I don't want to talk to him. Oh, I’m already nodding… Before I can have any other reaction, he rests his cup on the table, arranges his posture, and continues to speak.

— So if you allow me to continue where we left off, it was not my intention to insult your people, this is just the way I was educated, and I will strive from now on to overcome this habit. I hope you understand my side, my countrymen were cruel and soulless, for this cause is also doomed to defeat, but I do not intend to follow the same path. For this same reason, I preferred to be welcomed by one of yours and to turn against my Idolize and respect your noble cult. It would be an honor if I allowed myself to spend the rest of my days in such a magnificent country. I may have unwittingly brought you a bad omen, but I hope that in time I can overcome this incident and see the benefits that I can bring to your lands. Was there anything you would like to comment on? I will listen without reply, your highness has my word. — I didn't understand half of what he said, but the speech seemed true and his posture seemed sincere and humble if it weren't for the cold gleam of his red eyes. I certainly have a lot to comment on.

— Your words are worthless to me, and even if they were, I still don't believe you. You are certainly very intelligent and could convince even a king that you are kind, but you have something in your eyes, something scary and that disgusts me. Even if I'm being prejudiced, I prefer that to be stabbed in the back later. I would like to run somewhere far and never see his face again, treat you like an old dream. The more I know that if I do my justice, others close to me will be affected. Time will never change your past actions, but an excuse would make it easier to look into your eyes.

— Please, after my sincere and true speech accuse me of lying and being guilty of crimes I didn't commit? If you had any respect for me maybe I might even consider it an act of kindness, but I really expected more from the famous crown prince. — He sure is doing this on purpose.

— Good. So, I don't think I can have a civil conversation. — The evil creature keeps staring at me. — I'll just be silent. OK?

— Thank you very much for your consideration, Your Majesty. — I want to cry … Not in front of him.

— OK. The cookies are gone. I'm going to my room. — I didn't look back until I got to my room, I can't stand looking at his face for another second. Now I'm not so anxious about the council's decision anymore because if the answer is yes, it will be the end of me.

I don't remember arriving in my room or having dinner with my father, but I don't need to care. Now I have a much bigger problem, and I can't do anything to solve it. I stick under the covers, my head hurts, it hurts with anger, a cup, and an unbearable feeling of inability. I will not cry. The pain slowly clouded my mind until I fell asleep.

I was falling into nothing, I couldn't see or hear, but I still felt my body, somehow smaller than usual, moving in a single direction, which would probably be the ground.

I relaxed and waited for the impact with no more choice.

There is no impact, I felt my body touch the ground, but there was no pain.

I couldn't move, but I could hear.

A female voice comes up next to me mumbling incomprehensible lines.

I am wrapped in cotton cloths and carried in an indistinct direction.

I am placed in a warm room and away from the wind.

I stay there, like a rag doll, I can't tell how much time has passed.

Suddenly, I am carried by gentle hands to a brighter environment.

The voices around me rise suddenly, now I can recognize some phrases.

— Now we will continue with the auction sponsored by the annual peace council conference between Kreg and Castile, the first event will be the distribution of identified orphans, you are free to adopt any child as your legitimate one, no words will leave this room. Let us proceed with the first, name Ronald brown hair and black eyes, no surname, unknown age, but it seems to approach the age of 14, the parents were killed in a fire accident. General Ronald, do you intend to adopt children? Adoption confirmed, moving on to the next orphan name William Gord's red hair and green eyes, with pale skin appears to have health problems, unknown age but appears to be 5 to 7 years old lost his parents in …

The speech continued with a pattern of the name of orphans followed by their appearance and the death of their parents. With each orphan that was adopted, the woman who carried me approached the announcer one step closer, my turn would soon come.

— The next orphans have an unknown name and origin. The first has orange eyes and yellow hair, appears to be in excellent health and good physical condition, who wants to adopt the baby?

The voices follow in silence, the speaker takes a deep breath like someone who has a great shock.

— Adoption confirmation goes to … — I was about to hear my buyer's name when a familiar voice overtakes that of the announcer.

— My dear prince, it is time to wake up. Get ready. The council has finally come to a decision.