Moonlit Melody
Chapter 1
The air was dark with the coldness of the night. One breathe of air seemed to freeze with in the atmosphere. The streets were wet with the glistening rain.
There, among the darkness, was a figure. A sole figure, dressed in white. He walked softly on the pavement, making almost no deliberate noise with every step. The edge of his cloak was lined in a silver fur and his hood covered his face, leaving only a shadow of an expression. His right hand hung stiffly on the side, encased in a mystical metal. It was a long, gleaming claw, poised to kill and fight in an instant. The hunter was on the hunt. He was the Crowned Crown of the world of exorcism, of the destruction and purification of demons.
Allen Walker woke up to a dull, gray sky. He was lying in a large, white bed, his shirt loosely gripping his sides. He yawned, gripping his face in his left hand. It was another long night last night.
His faithful companion Timcampy landed beside his pillow, prodding him awake with its metal tail. He sat up and dressed. Then he went down the hall with Timcampy upon his right shoulder.
"Prince Walker, your breakfast is ready this morning," said one of the bowing butlers.
Allen nodded out of courtesy, but then said the most unexpected thing.
"I would rather not eat this morning, thank you. If you could bring some tea down to my study later, that would be most splendid."
The butler was slightly surprised. "Of course, m'lord."
Allen walked down the lengthy hallways of the mansion. The walls were decorated with beautiful stained glass. The walkways were bridged over with many skillfully carved pillars, each one similar to the other almost exactly. The doors were all very similar, save the one at the very end. It was wider than the rest, with a strange design on the handle. Allen pushed against this particular door and walked into the room.
"Son, I see you're awake."
Allen bowed slightly, his shoulder length white hair falling slightly. "Yes, Father. You summoned me?"
A large, tall gruff looking man stood up from his throne. His right eye was covered by a black eye patch and his face was unreadable due to his strange broad-brimmed hat. His smile was mischievous and gruesome at the same time. He walked down the stairs with a broad and proud jaunt.
Allen felt his father's hand upon his shoulder. He handed the boy a rolled up piece of parchment.
"You are to be engaged tomorrow, to a girl by the name of Lenalee. She is the Black Order's princess, and we must preserve the relationship we have with them as a kingdom and as a whole. Do you understand?"
Allen took the parchment. His face was grave and blank. "Yes, King Cross, I understand."
"Good, you are to meet her in the gardens at noon tomorrow. Do not oversleep."
Allen bowed. "Yes , Father sir."
The king smiled again, this time a little more gently. His red hair swayed to the side as he walked out of the room.
"Then you are dismissed."