A story about the Prince of Nourasia we all know and love, Aikka and his beatle, G'Dar. This will be short, not much than a few chapters or more. This starts out along time ago...

Disclaimer: I do not own Oban. OSR is (c) of Savin Yeatman-Eiffel

The Prince and the Beatle

Ch.1 "Summer Day"

Normally days like this should be regarded as wonderful by children of Aikka's age. It was one of those great Nourasian summers in the City of Dol, when the spring-fed lakes were filled with swimmers and the children of the city were playing games of fuu-kan and dash. The adults were likewise trying to keep out of the heat in their own way, and the straw hats of the fishermen in the great river, Amuluka that formed a cresent around the castle and city bobbed as they steered their canoes in the reddish brown water, looking for their newest catch. Even in the courtyard where the knights and their ladies would be training, there seemed to be more of an interest in sport and play. Almost everyone was wearing loose clothing and no socks or bandages or even the loose bell-sleeves that were a trademark of their people.

Aikka did not have that freedom. As the prince, he was forced to stay indoor and study his lessons, so one day he would be a great king, or so his father said.

Father is so mean, he said to himself as he began to write down the notes of his tutor, who was an elderly Nourasian sage who was almost put asleep by the heat. He is so unfair. He doesn't want me to be anything but alone.

He stopped his writing as soon as he saw the sage's head tilt over and a brief snore came out of his mouth. Aikka would've laughed but he stifled it. There was an open window of opputinity for him. And as the prince of Nourasia, he would not miss it for the world.

A/N: Short I know, but there's more coming soon! Please read and review!

Next chapter: Aikka ventures out into an adventure...