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Enjoy Chapter 4!
Chapter 4-
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. . . . a dark, blue cloak!
Frederick's grip on his rifle loosened and his eyes grew wide in sudden surprise and anxiety. Trying to peer through the fog, he could barely make out the figure's head . . . then the silver-blue clouds began to slowly fade, revealing white, hair! His knees felt weak, he can FINALLY see the one who saved him from the king,
the one who played the flute,
the one who created such heavenly sound with it,
the one who fled from Frederick's sight in possible fear of being seen,
the one who gave Frederick the new and beautiful subject for his poem.
Frederick couldn't wait anymore, he HAD to SEE him!
The fog gave way, more and more and more, until . . . . the figure's FACE!
Frederick silently gasped, what he saw was not what he expected!
The man's eyes, were a dark, red! A magnificent, crimson color! His face was pale, seemingly white, while surrounded by cool, silver mist. The man's hair danced within the pounded wind, blowing and whipping against his cheeks and brows.
Frederick stared deeply into the man's poker-like gaze in wonder.
I can't speak, I want talk to him, but I can't, why? Maybe it was because Frederick's throat was dry, or he was beyond amazed by the man's appearance, but something was stopping him.
It may sound strange, thought Frederick, but he looks so unusually . . . .
. . . . in a way . . . .
. . . . beautiful!
Yes, in Frederick's eyes this being had a, strange beauty to him, an original beauty, in his eyes, his face, his clothes, the calm, misty setting surrounding them, was connecting together perfectly!
Only a poet's eyes could see this much majesty in one place.
Frederick sighed, Oh God in Heaven, was this miracle your doing?
Frederick laid his hellish weapon down onto the stone, removing it from touch and mind, my goodness, to THINK that I was going to SHOOT him! Frederick then stepped into the river, daring to walk across to present himself closer to the man, his name still unknown.
Frederick and the mysterious figure never once broke alien, eye contact with each other; the man's crimson, eyes following Frederick's every closing, step. Frederick held his breath, waiting for what the man was going to do. Should I step closer? Step. Closer maybe? Step. Closer? Step.
Frederick was now literally standing in front of the still figure, and the man was still watching him, very intently. Only God knows how long they were standing and staring at each other like that.
Then, Frederick noticed the man beginning to outstretch a hand slowly toward him, gesturing that Frederick had his permission to grasp it. Frederick took in a breath, his heart beating faster. He outstretched his and wrapped his cold fingers around the man's palm, it was surprisingly warm! The figure still grasping Frederick's hand, revealed a grin on his pale, lips and began to guide the prince back to the river's shore.
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The man and Frederick stood upon the river's shores, and he released his grasp. Frederick was afraid that the mysterious man was going to leave without saying anything . . . . .
. . . . he finally decided to speak.
"W-Who are you?"
The man only cocked his head, and smiled, seemingly having a look of playfulness in his eyes, "Why should I tell you my name? Even if I did, you probably wouldn't believe me."
Frederick was stunned, he won't tell me his name?! "W-Why?! Why not? Is it . . . a funny . . . name?"
The man suddenly had a slight look of shock on his face and flicked Frederick's nose, "FUNNY?! My name is NOT funny! In fact, it is an AWESOME name!"
Frederick blinked in confusion as he touched his nose, not bothered by the sting, but bothered by how quick the man's demeanor had changed, "Well, if it's . . . uhh "awesome" . . . why not tell me?" The man's attitude changed suddenly again from moody to meek.
"It's very confusing . . . and by confusing, I mean you will have a lot of questions to dunk me with once I tell you."
Frederick sighed with irritation evident. Why is he making it so difficult to simply tell me his name?
"Why are you stalling? Just tell me your name, how confusing can a name be? Who are you?"
The man was silent for a few moments, "Alright, but I'm warning you, you will be pestering me, it has happened before hundreds of thousands of times."
Frederick crossed his arms, awaiting the "confusing" name this man had.
The man inhaled a breath . . .
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. . . . . "I am called the Kingdom of Prussia."
DUN DUN DUN! CLIFFHANGER!
Don't worry you viewers out there the story is not over yet!
You'll have to wait for the next chappie to come out, I hope you enjoyed this chapter!
Until then, G.R. :D
