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HI EVERYBODY! I'm Doctor Nick! (BWAHAHA Sugar+SimpsonsMADNESS!!!)
Chapter Two
When the world ceased its spinning, a brand new world formed in front of Harry's eyes. A green landscape unfolded, with lush fields, tall trees with the rich green color rarely seen in wild plants, and blooming flowers. Raul smiled as he saw Harry's awestruck face, bringing him back to the first time he had been shown the imperial gardens.
"Beautiful, isn't it, Your Majesty?" A brilliant smile lit up Harry's eyes.
"It's amazing! How can you stand to leave such a wonderful place?" A fond look crossed Raul's face.
"I can't. Every time I leave here I'm overwhelmed by homesickness."
"Oh.. Sorry for mentioning it." Harry was not sure how long he stood there, watching the soft wind blow through the trees. A surreal moment overwhelmed him as he realized how ephemeral the moment truly was.
"Ah, Your Majesty, if you don't mind, I will bring you to the castle now. You will be able to return here later, as this is your personal garden, but you are expected to attend a dinner with The Steward tonight, and I would like to acquaint you with the most important rooms, if not the entire castle, beforehand." Harry broke out of his trance and nodded.
"Who is the Steward?" He asked, a slight tone of anxiety lining his voice.
"The Steward is the man who rules the country during the long periods of time in which there is no king. When the true king awakens, the Steward will be given the job of instructor and will teach the true king the ways of our people." Harry stared.
"Isn't it a bit unfair for the Steward to be demoted to a mere teacher after having such an important job?"
"Of course it's unfair, but the family whose eldest child takes the job of Steward is a very old family, and they are raised humbly, aware of their fate should they be the ones to be succeeded by the true King. In truth, the Stewards have always considered instructing the true King to be an honor much greater than being ruler, and each Steward hopes that they will be the one." Harry frowned. 'I would hate to be this true king. Imagine how awful it must feel to be thought so highly of, how impersonal it would be.'
"Wait, you keep talking about 'our people'. Who exactly are 'our people'?" Raul grimaced.
"That will take quite a long time to explain. If you will accompany me to your private lounge, I will relay to you the history of our past."
Harry stared, mouth wide open and gaping, as they walked through the grand castle which was to be his home. The decorations were both elegant and elaborate, but at the same time, they were neither gaudy nor overly rich. Raul weaved through the castle as only one who had lived there for a long period of time could, and soon he found himself in a large chamber adorned with architecture of carved silver, and an image of the most beautiful creatures he had ever seen flying on the ceiling. Unlike in the wizarding world, the painting did not move, but instead seemed to call out to him, as if it were alive.
"I see you have taken a liking to the ceiling. Most people will never see it– it is meant only for the eyes of the king and his closest advisors."
"Those two men– are they angels? They're the most beautiful creatures I have ever seen." Raul's eyes darkened as he spoke his next words.
"Those men are not angels in the typical sense of the word. The one on the right is somewhat similar, but the one on the left is a child of more worldly descent. I suppose this would be a good place to begin my story. This picture was painted by an old seer during the time when our kingdom was still harmonious. Back then, we had wings as white as snow, and were able to live peacefully without needing the rule of a king.
"The picture was painted in a time when all was calm, and strife was a myth. Needless to say, it was not seen as welcome among the people. As you have surely noticed, both angels have wings of pure black. The angelic visages of the pair, coupled with the dark wings and hair, led people to believe that the seer had foretold an evil future, which led to controversy. The unrest caused by his painting was the undoing of the people who wished to prevent it, and soon, the angels colors grew darker and darker until they realized their mistake, and took the name of Fallen Angels.
"Of course, after the angels had atoned, they began to view the painting as a sign of hope. From the time that the angels fell, corruption has haunted us, and while the false kings are able to keep it at bay, it was said that the true king, depicted in the picture beside his mate, would be able to forgive the people for their wrongs and heal the race."
By the end of Raul's tale, Harry was in tears. He could feel every conflicting emotion that had surely run through the people of old as if each one of them had given him their memories. Raul smiled grimly, and Harry returned the emotion. He did not wish for any more fame than he already had, but if Raul had been right, then he would not necessarily receive fame from his ascension to the throne of the fallen angels, and he could not help but feel a strong desire to protect the people that had gone astray.
HPSSPAGEBREAK!!!
When Harry met with the Steward, he was rather unpleasantly surprised. While Raul had made the Steward out to be a kind, saintlike being, Harry could not have gotten an impression of the man that was more different. The man had short graying hair and a stubby beard. While Harry had envisioned the man to be as elegant as the men in the painting on the ceiling of his lounge, the man was very brash and spared no breath except to eat and demean Harry.
"Well, well. Another fake king-to-be. I wonder what you'll turn out like. You'll probably ruin our country, if I am right to believe that you have about as much talent as you have height. How could I get a king that looks like a bloody woman– just my luck. Just keep out of my way, boy. I'll do all of the diplomatic garbage and all that. Don't want a girly boy messing up my empire, after all." The rest of the meal was eaten in silence.
As Harry sat down to sleep that night, he allowed himself to loose himself in the dreams of the normal life he had always craved.
CHAPTER 2 END.
Hi again! Thanks for taking the time to read this! I would have gone a bit further with this chapter, but this seemed like a good end, and its half an hour past sleeptime 0 I have a chem quarterly and a french test tomorrow and o.O my computer says that french is spelled wrong o.o. wieeeeeeeeerd computer o.o…. Anyway, I'll update about once a week I'd say, but they'll all be around 2-4 pages. If I make chapters too long then I wont have the energy to complete the story. Anyway, G'night!!!