Disclaimer: I do not own Gankutsuo/Le Comte de Monte-Cristo
Eyes of Moonstone: Introduction
Some say she was too ignorant, others count it for her stupidity and naive nature.
Whatever Albertine was right now—too young and naïve or just plain stupid—running up the spiraling staircase. Feet aching in her heels, and the pocket watch held close to her breast; commonsense had been thrown to the back of her mind when she threw caution to the wind. Her vivid blue eyes glowing in anticipation as she drew closer and closer to the top of the stairwell.
Excitement, wonder, anticipation—all bubbling from the pit of her belly before overflowing Albertine with the aftermath of its wake. Nearly tripping over the last step she stumbles her way to the grand set of doors. Entering the dock, Albertine was met with the swaying breeze of Luna's night air and the blinding lights of the grand city reflecting off of the surface of a spaceship; meteors falling in the backdrop giving way to the fading black abyss of Luna.
A tremor crawls up Albertine's spine before finding home at the back of her throat. Either in fear or awe, she isn't quite so sure anymore.
There's only the feeling of wonder as the patter of footfalls reach her eyes, drowning out the quick beating of her heart. Her hold on the pocket watch tightens within her weak grasp as Albertine slowly turns to face the approaching figure.
"Pardon, but who is this person? What is his name…?" An innocent query met with mocking eyes and a covetous answer.
"He's called The Count of Monte Cristo."
She stutters to speak, but is at a loss of words as the mysterious man clad in black tips his top hat in a pass of greeting, black cape billowing ominously in the wind and long hair in flowing in waves of blue tendrils. An ethereal being cloaked in darkness and skin as blue as Albertine's eyes. It made him all the more untouchable in her eyes. She can only watch with bated breadth as the majestic being boards the spaceship and flies off into Luna's night sky.
It's only then does Albertine fall to her knees, hunched over and gasping for lost breath. Sweat dots at her face, eyes wide and pupils dilated. It feels as though a heavy and ominous presence had sucked out all of her adrenaline and left her shivering and weak.
That, she thinks in awe, was the Count of Monte Cristo…
A/N: An old work that I've decided to revive to get myself back into writing. Future chapters will probably be longer, but no guarantees.
