Just a quick chapter I have done seeing as I have the time. Again you need to imagine Antauri talking to you, the whole story wont be like that but it's important for the start of this fic.
Grey shrouded the the sky above as the heavens' seemed to drown the town in endless cascades of water. The water clattered in sound as it collided with the slate rooftops, slithering it's way down every crack and crevace until floating off of the edge and hitting the floor and smashing like glass and reverting to it's liquid state, leaving no part of the cobbles, dirt tracks or earth dry in it's onslaught.
It was a Sunday. A sacred day.
Every Sunday the people congregated into a large temple on the left to the Castle adorned with lashing of flowers and colours to the windows' depicting moments in stories brought forward from several years past. The temple itself was host to the Veron Mysics' who dedicate their lives to serve and protect the Power Primate believing themselves as direct decendants to the Gods' themselves.
King Clayton and Queen Arianna had been apart of a long line of 'acceptions' to the studies of the Power Primate and it's teachings' to the world, allowing the fine line between human and primate to be dissolved into a enviroment where both species co-existing with peace and respect. The monkies' served the humans' and the hmans' did not exploit them in any way whatsoever.
The temple pews filled with men, women and children of all ages and their monkies' all in their Sunday best awaiting for the Master Xan of the Veron Mystics' to educate them further. The balcony on the right above the alter was kept for the Royal family to sit, it was small and adorned mahogany browns and reds following the colour scheme of the church only allowing light to seep in through the stain glass windows that display a spectrum of colours playfully along the floor.
The cloaks covered them like tar allowing their faces to be hidden beneath whilst the deep voices entranced the people with greetings and messages from the Power Primate.
I however was not paying attention. The child squirming and scuffling in his mother's arms had become incredibly silent as he stared at me for a good few minutes before pouring with tears as Xan's voice droned throughout. At this moment I had the child thrust into my arms and I took him behind the scenes away from the harsh looks aimed at him for interrupting the service.
His cries got louder, his behaviour got more out of hand and by the time I had reached the door to leave with him his cheeks had become sore and stained a blushing red from his tears. I suppose when he had immediately stopped crying when taken away from the Holy grounds i should have thought more of it.
The boy was special.
I only noticed it when he had turned three.
Chiro had not been one to be loud unless something had upset him which would cause him to wail but when he hadn't shown signs of talking at all the Royals' became worried with his health. They would sound out words slowly at eye level in hope he would copy and learn from them but they had hardly any luck. He would utter very few words, let alone in sentances.
"Da-d-dy. Come on you can say it!", Clayton kneeled down at the table looking up at his son hopefully who yawned repetitively as he wiped the sleep from his baby blue eyes and his inky mass of black hair from his sight, sticking up in multiple directions from sleeping confortably in his bed. "Mon-key, M-o-n-key" when Chiro yawned yet again he snapped up at the crash of ceramic plates and cups as the hit the floor from his father losing his patience. The King gripped the furnature as he tried to regain composure.
My mouth was agape in shock at the display and before I could possibly do anything Arianna started to bicker with him about how he shouldn't pressure Chiro and how he would talk when he felt like it. My attention turned to the the little boy in his sleeping gown who ust stared at then whilst they argue with sleepy eyes before he realised I was staring at him.
"Monkey"
He blinked at me several times and I said it again simply, "Monkey".
He opened his mouth and made multiple sounds and clicks with his tounge as I kept repeating over and over again. This intrigued me, no human could understand monkies in the slightest and it was hard to tell if he was copying me or ust stating my species.
"Mo-key. M-o-key. M-o-o-n-keey," His parents' at that moment stopped argueing and looked quizically at their little boy who shouted the word louder and louder as he bacame more confortable with the sounds.
Several months' later my thoughts' were confimed when the boy began talking to me in complete sentences, asking me questions, holding up a conversation with me as we chattered back and forth. Chiro was remarkable in the way he thought and it made me proud to think that when his parents' weren't around he was my responsibility and through him I had accomplished so much. He wouldn't tell though, it was our little secret, aswell as his mother's of course- she was the only person Chiro would tell everything to.
Arianna was surprised and skeptical at first. When she had seen it for herself she took it aponherself to talk to me even though she knew whatever reply she got she wouldn't understand. A propphcy over thousands of years stated that a child of Power Primate would only be known by his association with primates' by his ability to communicate with them and that the power they would have could tip the balance. I never knew what she had meant by keeping it secret but now I see clearly what she was trying to keep the world from.
It had been 10 years since I had last seen Chiro sleeping contently in the safe warmth of his bed.
10 years since the town had been a peaceful and vibrant plave to live.
10 years since the Veron Mystics' had turned the world into a a desolate jungle.
10 years since he had seen the King and Queen alive.
So this is basically the introduction done, i hope you read and review. I'm hoping to put up another chapter tomorrow or the day after depending on how much response i get to do it quickly.
Happy Reading!
-L-W
