I'm sorry about the mistakes but I'm not used to writing in English, so please if someone could help me it'll be great. To be sincere, I'm Spanish and the fact is that this is the first fanfic which I'm doing in English. Anyways, please enjoy it as much as you can.
When Adras come to Sindria he was impressed by the prosperous and charming kingdom. He had heard rumours but this was awesome. He stared to walk towards the royal palace, why? Well to be honest he didn't know it either, his mother just told him to go and deliver that letter to the king. What was that? He always hated that part of his mother, she loved the mysteries too much. Sometimes he couldn't stand it, but come on! Was it so difficult to tell him what was going on with that letter? He still loved her and hers mysteries. They were very entertaining, really entertaining.
Going back to the letter, perhaps the king could give him the answer to his questions. He had to hurry, the curiosity was killing him!
Adras grew up without a father, in an ancient villa of Reim near the sea. He was raised just with his mother and an old maid, but she was like a grand-mother. The only man who was near was an old sea dog, he taught him everything what he knew about the sea, or others places. Oh man, he really missed the stories of that old man. He was like a grand-father to him, at least, he was his only father figure.
But he always asked himself about his father, and the reason why his mother wanted so badly that he had long hair. She told him that he had his grand-mother's eyes, eyes which chanced with the weather... if it was sunny they were green, if it was cloudy they were golden... strange eyes for a strange boy. They suited him, or that's what he thought when his mother told him about them.
He often wondered where his hair colour came from, between the purple and the black, more purple than black if you keep your eye on it. He concluded it came from his father, probably.
Before he realized, he was in front of the royal palace. Well how could he ask for an audience with the king? It was obvious that he couldn't go straight for it. So how...
-Who are you? – asked Ja'far astonished for the resemblance of the boy with his king, the boy turned back quickly to see who the voice belonged to, something in his movement reminded him of [First name], his dear cousin.
-My name is Adras, I'm from Reim. – He introduced himself shortly and he brought up a letter of his pocket. – I want an audience with the king, well, in fact I need to deliver him letter personally.
-Why personally? – asked the kind mister in front of him.
-That's what my mother told me. – He confessed, for some reason he felt that he could trust that person. In some way his smile reminded him of his mother's smile.
-D-do you want me to take you with the king? – asked gently, after all, he didn't want someone else to see that boy. It was quite obvious who was his father, unfortunately.
-Thank you, mister! – said the boy happily, he always had good luck, both of them entered the palace.
Luckily Sinbad was, for once, doing his job. Then Ja'far asked Adras to wait a minute out for him to announce him to the king. The boy nodded and waited out patiently. He used that time to rest of his luggage and sit on the floor for a while. To be honest, the voyage wasn't very pleasant, a huge storm delayed the trip two days and that was thanks to the sailors who let him help. For some reason he knew where to go for go away of the storm, they even wanted to hire him but he refused. Even so they paid his services, thanks to that he could save some money for the return trip, but before returning home he wanted to visit new places. He loved the stories about incredible adventures which his mother told him, the proof of that every single one was true was her body, the decorations of the house and her eyes. Perhaps he could find his father in one of his adventures, who knew. He smiled at this thought.
Meanwhile, in the king's office Sinbad was terrified for the assassin's aura of Ja'far. What had he done now?
-Sin~ – called as he approached to his king. – Do you know what's I found on the entrance of the palace?
-A present? – asked the other, swallowing saliva, trying to calm his friend down.
-Oh, yes! A heavens' present. – said the other with a terrifying smile still. – I will make him pass and you will take the responsibility for your acts once and for all. Adras-kun, enter please! – Okay, now Sinbad was worried. Take the responsibility? He wished it wasn't a woman, it wasn't a woman please!
When the young boy entered in the office, the colour vanished in his face, he was exactly like him at his age. Good heaven, it couldn't be possible!
Adras was surprised, the king looked like him! No! He needed to be focused!
-Your majesty, the king. I am extremely honoured that you granted me an audience. – He started with a knee on the ground in a formal position, just like his mother taught him, now he was glad to has taken that lessons seriously. – I am Adras, I come from Reim to hand in a letter. I would like you to read it. – He was so nervous! On the other hand Sinbad was astonished, just like Ja'far, who had taught him the manners of the court? Oh God, if she is from the nobility Sinbad was dead!
-Of course, please give me that letter. – asked Sinbad kindly. With a bit of hesitation Adras, delivered the letter to its destiny, finally. – Who's the sender? – He still had a bit of hope that the sender wasn't a woman.
-My mother. – answered the boy, destroying all the hopes of Sinbad and making Ja'far confirming his suspicions. He was his son.
When Sinbad recognized the handwriting asked suddenly.
-What's yours mother's name? – The fierceness of his glance surprised Adras. – Answer me.
- [First name]. – Now was Ja'far who was astonished, he needed to hold himself with the table help. His cousin, his dear cousin, his only family... had a son! And she didn't tell him anything! Not a word in 17 years! But if he was here with a letter, then where was she? The thought which came to his mind wasn't pleasant at all. – Your majesty?! What's the matter?! Why are you crying?! Mister! Mister! What's the matter?! What's wrong with my mother's letter?!
