Ever Just As Sure As the Sun Will Rise
Stage 1
"Why is it so dead here? Just a minute ago, everything looked so alive…" A 16-year-old boy was looking around, amazed at the dead trees and dried up brush. "Where am I?" he wondered out loud.
"Wait… Is that a gate? I wonder if there's anyone there?" The boy said as he clambered over the brush and dead stuff to get to the wrought iron bars the made the gate. "It looks more like a prison than anything…" The boy finished with a shiver.
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"Milord… There seems to be an intruder," a servant said to a figure in the shadows. "Shall I kill them?"
"No… Bring them here…" came the rather icy reply… The thing turned around and light caught the even icier blue eyes as he stepped out of the shadows. The sight would make a child scream.
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The boy had found the gateway and opened it, wincing at the squeaking. "Has anyone come through this gate in the last 100 years?" he asked himself, shivering again. He pulled his heavy wool cloak tight about him and he sighed, looking at the white mist that was his breath in this nippy weather. He could barely see the path that lead up to a castle in the distance. Not that he felt anyone would want to go to this castle. It was rather… Scary looking. Even from a distance. It looked black in the setting sun with sharp points piercing the sky. The wind howling made it seem the sky was wailing with pain at being poked by the terraces. Not one fire seemed to be lit in the castle, either, which was odd for how cold it was outside.
"I hope that it isn't haunted…" The boy said as he pulled on a lock of his read hair, his oddly red eyes reflecting the castle as he moved on towards the castle.
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A blonde haired man opened the door for the redhead boy as he stepped onto the landing. "Welcome. The master wished to see you," he said, his golden eyes glinting rather… murderously. The boy nearly jumped out of his skin and ran away right then, and would have if the blonde hadn't grabbed his arm and dragged him inside. The heavy wooden door creaked shut behind them as the blonde servant led him into the entrance hall.
"This is the Castle Eiree," the blonde man said as he let the redhead stop and stare for a while. The man just played with his extremely long hair while the redhead just gawked. There was a grand white marble staircase that winded up in a circular section of the room, just for the staircase. The floor was cold white marble as well, the space in the room, the redhead noticed, was enough to fit 4 or 5 village homes, such as his, quite comfortably. About 10 wooden doors that looked as it they had once been the grandest around lined the sidewalls, 5 for each. There were a lot of rather dark paintings, sculptures, and tapestries that, even for their repulsive images, drew the redhead to them in a sick fascination. "Please follow me," the man said finally.
"Uh… yes…" the redhead replied, following the blonde up the marble staircase.
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Back in the village, an old man lay dying from illness. He has sent his grandson to go get herbs for him, but he hadn't returned… He stood up from his bed, determined to find the boy. Even if he was very sick, he owed it to the boy to live a full life. After all, 16 years of life and that's it? Why, that old man had been around 60 years. If that wasn't a full enough life, then what was?
All he hoped was that the boy was okay… The old man couldn't do much else than find his grandson.
"Daisuke, I'm coming for you."
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The blonde had led the 16 year old into a study that took up space on the 5th floor of the castle. It was fairly big. Bigger than any room the boy had in his village house. And there were so many books. The walls were lined with them, and there were even bookcases in the middle of the room. There were 3 fireplaces with 3 or 4 chairs at each hearth, and one large window, though it had a heavy red velvet curtain shutting out the final rays of sunlight for the day.
And there was a figure silhouetted by the only lit fireplace, his back turned towards the door. He seemed to be reading, hunched over slightly. The blonde cleared his throat so as to direct the person's attention to the door.
"Milord, the intruder is here," the servant said, bowing, though the figure did not turn around.
"Good. You may leave now, Krad," he said in a commanding tone.
"Right, Milord…" Krad said as he put his hands on the redhead's shoulder. "Good luck," he whispered into the frightened boy's ear. "You'll need it to get out of here alive," he finished menacingly. The boy turned to look at Krad with a petrified look on his face and he whimpered.
"Leave, Krad!" The figure said, the fire seeming to reflect the fury that was in his voice. It roared a bit higher, and licks of flame caressed the stone mantle above it.
"Yes, Milord," Krad said, bowing again before he left.
"Who are you?" The figure asked, still facing the fire.
"U-uh… My name's Daisuke, sir. Daisuke Niwa," the redhead replied, flustering up.
"Daisuke… Why did you come here?" The voice was cold and quite cruel-sounding.
"My grandfather's ill and he needed some herbs… I got lost… Can you tell me how to get back to the village?"
"Why would I do that?" The figure responded, turning away from the fire. Daisuke tried to choke down a scream, but it couldn't be repressed. The man came closer to Daisuke, his pretty eyes narrowed. But they were the only things pretty about him. For some reason, he was deformed beyond all belief- his face seemed melted, he had a hunched back, and his knuckles were knobby. He looked old and young together t the same time- Immortal. His blue hair, and blue eyes. They were the only things that kept him young…
"I am Lord Satoshi Hikari of Castle Eiree," he said, giving a strangely malicious lopsided smile.
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A/N: -hides from Satoshi fangirls- Wah! Don't kill me! I had a hard enough time making him ugly… But if I didn't there wouldn't be a story! e.e
All right. So, thank you for reading, and heh. I lied. This is actually the last time you shall see me for a month, to all those who have been reading my other fan fiction. And this one is short so far, but wait! It shall grow, just as my other story with the title so long and in Japanese, I don't care to remember it. (Now isn't that pathetic?)
Um, not much to say… But I do have a little question- what fairy tale is this based off of?
