Once Upon a Dream
Chapter 1
The cell was small, damp, and the only light source came from the small, barred window from above. The jade-eyed male watched as the small bird fluttered in, tweeting happily. The young male smiled at the beautiful bird chirped, cleaning its wing with its beak. Slowly, he gets up, and reaches up, wanting to have a friend.
Only for the bird to fly away.
The young teen lowers his offered hand, and sighs in the loneliness that he has endured. How long had it been? When was the last he was free? He doesn't remember. He doesn't even think that there was even a time that he wasn't a prisoner, an experiment, a monster.
He hears the creeks of the door open, and he turns, seeing the three head scientists who always injected him with harmful needles that stung even after being pulled out.
He doesn't even fight them anymore, because he had in the past and that never solved anything.
"We're putting you under for this experiment." The scientist says as he placed a cloth over the boy's mouth, sprinkling the ether all over it to slowly put him under. His wrists and ankles had been strapped down, and he could hardly move. His stomach was exposed, and he feels the effects of the drug take over.
Slowly, his eyes began to shut, and he could only do one thing; dream.
"Do you wish to be free?" The voice is gentle like the breeze that touches his face. The blonde wakes up and sees that he's laying down on the grass, the sky was a clear blue with fluffy white clouds and there wasn't a care in the world anymore. "This can be your future…all you have to do is give yourself to me."
"Who…are you?" The boy asks softly.
"The real question isn't who I am…the question is do you want to be free?"
Reaching up, thinking that he would touch the skies, the blonde speaks, "I want nothing more than to be free."
The dream fades and a shadowed figure comes out, a hand reaching out to, revealing a face that he had never seen before.
"As you wish, milord."
Waking up, the experiment expected to be in the same cell that he was so used to. Though coming to consciousness wasn't at all pleasant, as his stomach hurt so much and he felt nauseous, he wasn't in the nightmare he was in before.
He saw a bright ceiling that was lit up from natural light that was bright for his eyes, so much so that he had to cover his eyes.
"Good Morning Master," an unfamiliar voice speaks from his right, and there, he saw a figure, tall and slender wearing a strange, proper attire. Unable to sit up, he only turned his head, and saw the man, and his heart skipped a beat, making his breathing hitched. "For breakfast, I have an assortment of biscuits, as crepe au chocolate and some tea for your stomach." He says and the butler turns to face the blonde. "Do you wish for me to help you sit up young master?"
The boy was beyond confused when it came to what he was feeling with at the moment. Wide-out and a bit scare, he stutters, "I-I-I don't know what's goin' on!" He says and the butler smiles, "it seems that you don't recall. Allow me to refresh you master. I answered your call…your desire to be freed from that horrid place where they experimented on humans. I was just unfortunate enough to get you after the procedure was done, for what, I do not know." He says and smiles at him. "But you made a contract with me. You gave yourself to me and in return, I set you free to live your life in luxury if you so desired." He says calmly and with a smile and placed his hand on his chest, "I serve only you."
"Oh…am I still dreaming?" He asks timidly. He could smell the delicious food and wished that he was not dreaming, for how could someone who had never seen a crepe in life know how it would smell?
"No sir, you are not. This is no dream…usually the master names their servant, but since you do not have a name of your own, I shall go by the name of my previous master, Sebastian Michaelis." He says in a bow.
The dark haired demon straightens up and helps the blonde sit up, and places the tray on his lap and began to cut up the crepe. "Say Ah."
"Ah?!" The boy says before the food was placed in his mouth, and he thought it was the most delicious thing he ever had in his mouth. Without thinking, the blonde began to scarf the food down with his bare hands, uncaring of the mess that he was making of himself, and left his butler to be a bit applaud by this. Clearing his throat, he stands up and says, "It seems that you require a bit of etiquette education." He says and the boy blinks and stares at the butler, "why do you say that?
Sebastian sighs and shakes his head, "never mind for the moment, but you will need a proper name. You are now lord of this house." He says and pulls out a handkerchief from his pocket and began to wipe Finny's face off from the chocolate that was from the crepe a bit roughly on purpose. The blonde whines a bit and tries to push the butler away from him. "Lord of what house?"
"Of this house. It had once belonged to my previous master, but since our contract is up, I still kept it around for my own purposes. Now, it is your house." Sebastian says. "Now for that name…I will have to look up some names that would best suit your new status in life."
The boy look around a bit at the room. It was spacious, and the bed was he's in was big as well. The bed had poles on each corner, holding up a top that held drapes on it as well. There wasn't much else to comment on it other than the large window that allowed a gust of air in, which he thinks feels nice.
Sebastian had gone around the room, and spotted the last book his master had read before their contract was up. He picks it up, The Fenian Cycle; a body of prose and verse centring on the exploits of the mythical hero Fionn mac Cumhaill and his warriors the Fianna. It is one of the four major cycles of Irish mythology along with the Mythological Cycle, the Ulster Cycle, and the Historical Cycle.
Why his master liked it, he didn't know as he had not read it himself. Though it did give him an idea for a name. "Young master." Sebastian turns and saw the blonde, looking around the room from where he sat on the bed and then saw him straighten him as he was being talked to, still skittish from imprisonment no doubt.
"Ah, uh…yes?" He says as he pulled the covered closer to his face, which resulted in the tray being tipped over and messing up the covered.
"How would you like your name to be Finnian Oisin?" He asks him.
"Can I be called Finny?!" The boy asks excitedly as he is happy to finally have a name.
Sebastian was hesitant, and says, "yes, you may…Lord Finny."
"Woo-hoo!" He shouts as he raised his arms up, instantly regretted it so as he hurt it incision, and may have popped a few stitches.
Sebastian began to think to himself, 'I may have made a mistake choosing this one as my new master. His soul better be worth it.' He goes over and removes the covers from Finny's lap, as well as the tray, and places it on the cart to be taken away to be clean. "I shall return with clean sheets for you while you rest young master." He says strictly and turns to him, "and you will stay in bed, am I clear?"
The newly named Finny nodded meekly as that. "Yes sir Mr. Sebastian." He says shakily.
It seems that this would be an interesting master/butler relationship after all.
