Ch 11 Starto.

POV: Henry (Our antagonist)

I shouldn't have to explain myself to her of all people, I thought to myself. No matter how those boys see things they'll never know the pains I've taken to stage everything. I've followed her since her conception, her energy readings were just what we were looking for. Kemant knows of my dilemma, but chooses not to act on our behalf. I can't believe we used to be friends, me with that guy? Though I don't like the way things have worked out between us, I do still respect the man. If not for his help I wouldn't have gotten into the throne, and our dimension would already be beyond doomed.

I'm not all that bad of a guy you see? Sure I'm not a nice guy, and I never claimed to be; however, I do what I feel is right. Emily does matter to me, but she's so stubborn I constantly fight with her for dominance. What guy doesn't want to be dominant right? Any way not that I have to explain my self you's but I will.

So sit tight otherwise what I have to say will leave you all confused. I'll start at the very earliest vital part.

I was born to a semi-noble family in my dimension's realm. Unlike the Yu Yu Hakusho universe's separation of Spirits, Demons, and Humans there is no such thing here. However, this reality does not mean there's harmony here; quite the opposite in fact murder is a common occurrence, but not by the beings you'd probably suspect. The Spirit lords are well known for their corruption, and they raise it in their kids.

I was not a part of a spirit family that partook in this kind of treachery, actually the reason we're only of a semi standing in nobility is the cronies sees our branch with hostility. Unlike them we don't discriminate based on one's birthing, and my mother was my guiding light in all of these matters. She was a strong woman, though I never knew of the kind of hardships she'd endured as she'd protected me from her past; I do know she suffered dearly for my father.

I'm sorry I need a moment, thinking about her has me wisty.

Ahem.

She'd found a young boy about my age he had multi-length yellow and red hair his eyes reminded me of golden red sapphires. I knew right away this boy would become my close friend, his name was Kemant. Apparently he was royalty from another dimension, because the way he relayed how he became lost was him taking a step and appearing in an unknown place. He was crying because he'd never left his dimension before. My mother being the resourceful woman she was took us to a place we'd always tried to avoid, the higher palace. When we arrived she'd taken us up the lavender marble, and alabaster steps right to a pair of guards who made a barricade out of their pikes. They looked at the obviously out of place child my mother was carrying, and asked, "What business brings you here?"

Knowing they were merely following formal rules my mother bowed her head and spoke softly, "I need to consult his highness, a royal child from another dimension accidentally phased here and needs assistance returning home. I'm certain he would have an audience with me in this emergency. It may otherwise become a matter of issue in diplomatic relations. Surely you agree?" By the time she'd finished her statement her head was held high and her shoulders firm.

One of the guards regarded us carefully, his verdant and blue eyes narrowed with scrutiny. He looked over to his partner and nodded signalling to a guard inside to escort us. I followed behind my mother carefully, and she was gripping the boy in her arms tightly. I didn't know it then but later I over heard her tell my grandmother just how scared she was to be back in that place.

The hall was celadon in color and make, and trimmed with gold on the ceilings and in intervals down the walls. It was impractical looking to keep clean and expensive. We reached the expansive throne room that held its prized fish statue the symbol of their family line.

"Ah, I'd heard you'd had a child but I hadn't expected him to be so developed this early. Tell me how came you by the other one?" I could see the light in his eyes as he started to interrogate her. No matter how long the silence pressed his gaze on her did not falter. I'd heard the stories before, that they were scorned lovers but I didn't believe it to be true until now. The way he gazed as if he'd regretted something, and the bitter tone my mother took to give him his answer.

"We found him crying in the street Royal Majesty Corsrier. His garmentry lends credence to what he's saying. I do believe I'd heard the Olymp's had a child right around my own son's age, so it made sense to bring this matter to you. If it is true as I believe it to be, then this is a matter of diplomatic emergency. It could very well put you in the Olymp family's good graces for hundreds of centuries." She understood full well that she was taking responsibility for the validity of this child's claims just by speaking so candidly, and even went so far as to point out what he'd stand to gain.

"And if he's lying?" The pontified man spoke, his tone that of argumentative belligerence. I could feel my blood boiling in those moments.

"As a young boy myself, your majesty; I will vouch that the crying I saw lends to his validity, those were no tears of a liar sir." His gaze redirected to me with an amused glint in his eyes as I heatedly gazed back into his eyes.

He laughed, "HAAAA hahahaaahaaaaah! Milady, he certainly takes after you no doubting!" I could see her sharp gaze as it pierced right through me, and I knew I was in for quite the scolding for my attitude when all of this is over. The king is still chuckling.

"Yes M'lord, unfortunately." You could see the hopeful gaze of the king settling on her with her wording. I hoped he wasn't thinking vulgarities towards my mother.

"I see, well in any case I think we do have an understanding. I never knew you to lie to me with such a look, I'm sure you're both correct. Let me get in touch with the Olymps at once. You may stay in the recreational room in the meantime. Dismissed, oh and Cordiatina I do hope we're still friends?" You could see what he was after clearly in his eyes, he wanted to know if he has a chance with her.

"We'll always be friends Corsrier, but my heart belongs with another." You could see the faint smile on her face as she remembered something pleasant.

"Ah, well I do hope for his safe return. I can't have your boy growing up without a father." Her smile falters the air is thick with a threat that lingers.

"As do I, sir." Her air becoming frosted with bitterness. I didn't know it then, but my mother had chosen a common man to marry over the then prince. Our noble roots stem from her side of the family, and she's certainly benefited from it.

We walked down the corridor to the right of the throne room a guard in front and behind us by kingly orders, one to guide the other to ensure our safety.

The wait was short, as Kemant was retrieved as soon as his parents were told where we were.

I told my mother after he'd gone, "I hope I get to see him again."

"Maybe dear." Here eyes looked fogged.

I did get to become friends with Kemant many years later, but I do wish now the events that led to me being able to meet him again hadn't occurred.

Many months after we found Kemant in the street, we were waiting by the mystic gate. The warriors were due for returning today, and we watched the crowd looking for one familiar face. My father was to be among the group returning. We grew anxious as we waded through the crowd looking for my father. It was a short while before we emerged from the swarm hope dwindling. I looked up then to see the general headed our way with a very solemn expression on her face.

He pulled my mother and I to the side and she collapsed in the street after she saw what the woman held. It was my mother's heavenly robe, the one my father kept with him at all times to ensure he'd return safely. He'd sworn he'd keep it safe, and that he'd bring it back with him each time he returned. He'd kept his word even in death that she would reclaim possession of it, despite him returning dead. The general informed me that he'd already been put in a casket as his body, "Is to gruesome for the sensitive sort." I asked to see it anyway.

I saw her pick my mother up and carry her back to our home, and then she turned to me and said, "If you're going to see this, then I will be at your side. It's my burden as well." With that was left my home, and we walked outside the enchanted field guarding our city. The mystic gate closing after us as we walked to the line up of twenty ceramic entombed soldiers. "The burning will be soon, it was your father who'd requested if any died they be brought home for their rites." I nodded gloomily.

I, I steeled myself as she removed the covering sliding it down with the strength and grace of a warrior of her station. (Considering the rating of this can not describe the amount of gore that took place to him, sorry!)

In the days that followed. My mother had many visitors to console her, but as the numbers grew fewer something odd occurred to me. The king himself kept coming to visit her, though I knew them to have been close friends as children it still felt off putting.

Eventually, the two became closer. A few hundred years later she'd remarried. To him, the king of all people she chose to marry! It was quite the event, and at the time I was to be made heir until a child was borne to them.

What they didn't know was mother had been taking a medicine to prevent conception for quite some time after I had been born, and despite having stopped all these years later; her menses never returned. Though some claimed she was purposefully trying not to conceive a new heir so her "commoner's brat" could be on the throne.

I had heard her weeping on the floor to him professing their claims as lies, and I knew them to be also. He consoled her and said, "Despite his low birth, your son shows true potential for his claim. Surely your line makes up for where the father was lacking." I stood shocked. He still thought my father inferior! Despite him having won over my mother's heart before a prince!

I walked in blood seething, and I took one long look at the scene in front of me.

"My father was a better man than you'd ever hope to be!" Was what I wanted to say, but I stilled my tongue on the issue. Instead saying, "I've spent much of my time with my mother, such a medicine would require regular administration; of such I have seen none. She still cries at night for my father, so perhaps some consideration could be given to her on the subject of my father."

He laughed, and with wary eyes said, "Of course, I hope I didn't offend you. It's just that he wasn't a noble, and thereby couldn't phase walk." I scoffed internally at that. I'd been phase walking for years now; and despite the claim of many nobles, so could my father. He just didn't come from a family that could was all.

Our dimension started shrinking a few thousand years after that, just as I was becoming a grown man. I'd fallen for a girl, a human of Kemant's dominion, and I spent much of my time planning to claim her with his help. Though she was only four when I first saw her, I watched as she grew. I felt a certain energy off of her, one that resonated with our great barrier. Our universe is a small one, but has conquered many other realms. If we didn't our population would be unsustainable in our own reality now.

I'd been absent of much of my duties to our realm in order to court this female, and as I told her of my attachment I could see it hurt her, but she was also proud, and happy for me.

The king had no such pleasure in my choice.

"That Olymp boy is the one responsible for this treacherous act! I knew you were no different than your mother, but I had hoped I could find you a suitable noble woman to betrothed before you did such tomfoolery!" Needless to say he was in a rage.

However he was helpless to stop me, and as such we were married in what would seem a heartbeat to my kind. She'd complained she'd grow old before I'd touch her. I laughed at the thought, though secretly I distanced myself some after her comment. I knew she'd only live a short time, but I knew she'd be important soon though I couldn't allow further attachment beyond her kind's marriage.

It was a short time after my son was conceived when I learned on the King's misdeed.

"Surely it can't be true, " Were the words I'd over heard,and deciding to take the matter up with him myself I'd asked for a private audience.

It had been some time since the king's infuriation over my choice, and has boiled over. So the guard was very light.

"What is it that requires my attendance? Surely you're not planning on bringing her here, and are seeking my approval to do so?" He'd asked me his eyes jovial and relaxed in my presence.

"This actually concerns another matter. Did you have my father killed, surely the rumor I've heard is but a false accusation?" I jeered at the smear externally, but inside I was on the edge of the seat I sat in so calm looking all the way back in.

He laughed, "Is that all?"

I nodded appearing earnest, "Is it true?" I could see he looked hesitant then thoughtful.

"In a way I suppose I am responsible, I had accepted his request to see more extensive combat. He wasn't ready for it apparently." I nodded, but internally I was seething at his disregard.

"Did you suspect he wasn't capable of such an attempt?" He looked at me his eyes filled with visible deceit.

"I think we're done talking of the matter, it was a rumor nothing more." I could see the way he looked at me now the disdain clear in his tone.

I admit I acted rashly, and without much thought. It happened so quickly I didn't even realize I had done such a thing until it was all over. Being as I was the rightful heir they had me coronated in the following year. Though I could hear still hear the whispers.

"Treason."

"Outrage."

"Murderer."

These were words I'd heard in hushed tones daily, and I grew quite irritated dealing with the court. So I took the issue into my own hands to get some peace on the matter. I held a meeting with noble and common men alike so the matter could be put to rest.

"Honestly, yes I did kill the former king. What you don't know is he'd had my own father murdered so he could claim my mother from him." I could see the shock on their faces, all but for the general. I pointed out into the crowd singling her out, "Lady General, would you please bear them witness to your testimony? After all, it was you who he gave the command to."

She walked up slowly as the hushed crowd parted in a solemn gesture to the gravity of this event.

"I followed my orders, just as any other soldier does for this kingdom. Though I do regret it with every nightmare I face. I see his mangled corpse in my dreams ever since it happened." I nodded as I couldn't help but to sympathize with her on that point. I walked forward back to my previous position at the podium.

"I can attest that your former king died mercifully, despite his misaction. I went into a rage the likes of which I've never felt, and in an instant he was dead. I can understand if you do not want a killer of a king, but can any of you find blame in me for the action?" I could see the grim but understanding faces of the gathering, and I knew the whispers would cease in a short time. "I only felt you should know the matter of which you'd been discoursing privately on." With that as my closing statement I left the rest of the talking to advisers and council men.

I phase stepped once I couldn't be seen so clearly by them all, and I met up with Emily and Xander for his first birthday. Her family had ostracized her for what they viewed as eloping with me, though they'd been disapproving from the start.

She didn't know of the hell I was suffering, and went ballistic. "What took you so long? I know your work keeps you busy, but surely you could take a day off for your son's special day?"

"I did, I'm home early aren't I?" I realized too late my tone was harsh.

"You couldn't have taken the whole day off? I've known you for years, and all you do is work! You barely had time for our honeymoon! You weren't even there the night your son was born!" I knew she was unhappy at the time, but it didn't occur to me that the reason would be something that seemed so petty to me. All of the tings she'd fought with me over seemed so closed minded. I was planning on taking her with me to my realm this night, but I see now she'd never understand why I kept this from her.

"I see." We walked to the party being held in our son's honor silently. My son in her arms. Our hands separate.

So what do you all think? Henry's a villain, but he has a back story now. Maybe you all can side better with him now, who knows. Hehehe!