The next day at Nasrad*
"Good morning Vyse! Time to get up you lazy sad excuse for a prince!!" Aika greeted merrily as she opened the door to Vyse's room. She was astonished to find a neatly made bed where the supposed 'sad excuse for a prince' should've been sleeping. "Hell must have frozen over! He never gets up before I do!" She stormed out of his room determined to solve the mystery. When a servant came into her view she called for him to stop and asked him if he knew anything about where the prince went. "Well he got up early and took the young lady known as Fina out for a tour of Nasrad; at his mother's suggestion of course." The servant answered and left when Aika excused him. She had an amused smile on her face. She was already planning on how to embarrass the hell out of him when he got back.
Nasrad was always bustling with life. Since it was located in the middle of all the trade routes it was a merchant hot spot, and a place where many ships docked daily to resupply or to just hang around. Trading was Nasrad's number one source of money; since it was a airy dry desert climate place it really couldn't count on agriculture to help out the economy. The buildings were mostly made of bricks, or dry clay, since wood was too costly to import from other places. There were fountains adorning the streets of Narsrad along with various merchant tables filled with eccentric items. What added to the charm of Nasrad was all the different personalities that could be found there.
Vyse had been walking around with Fina for almost an hour. Fina wore a plain white silk blouse with a navy corset over it. She also wore a long flowing sky blue skirt that went down to her ankles. And Vyse wore his casual blue pirate outfit, he suggested that they should dress plainly so they wouldn't catch too much attention while walking around. Fina was drawn to every table, and to every store they came across. Vyse normally thought spending days window shopping was tiresome and annoying, but with Fina he found it interesting; he was amused by her kitten like curiosity. Everytime they stopped at a merchant table or a shop her eyes would light up and she would ask where the items came from or what they were, and he would answer to the best of his knowledge and he would be rewarded by seeing her satisfied smile. But he found it odd when she observed a man paying a merchant for some goods and asked Vyse what they were doing.
By the time it was around noon he suggested that they had lunch somewhere where it was cooler, Fina agreed and followed him to a restaurant, but a glimmering table caught her attention. She tugged at Vyse's sleeve, "Wait Vyse (Vyse told her to drop the 'Prince' title), can we please look at that one stand over there? It'll be the last one I look at for today I promise!" Vyse consented and followed Fina to the shimmering table. The table belonged to a jewelry merchant who was pleased to see a couple (they're better for business) approaching. The table was strewn with necklaces, bracelets, earrings, ring, and other things that jewels can go on. "Shopping for a gift for your girlfriend?" The Merchant inquired looking at Vyse. "Girlfriend?" Fina interjected before Vyse could protest the Merchant's assumption. "Erm, yeah, that sorta means we're in a relationship where we're in love." He answered uncomfortably.
Fina was still busy looking over the jewelry and didn't bother to look up at the merchant or Vyse. Her eye's wandered over to the blue colored stones, there was something about the blue stones that seemed familiar to her. The Merchant noticed her interest in the blue colored jewelry and seized the opportunity for a sale. "Blue would look very nice on you. Here try these earrings on, they would match nicely with your silver bracelet." The Merchant picked out a pair of blue drop earrings and handed them to Fina. "No I really shouldn't, since I really have no intention or means of bu-" "Go ahead Fina, they would look nice on you." Vyse insisted. "Oh I guess if you think I should." Fina took the earrings and placed them on each earlobe, the Merchant brought out a hand mirror for her to see herself with. She held the mirror and looked at the blue earrings, they really did look good on her ears, they dangled nicely from her tiny earlobes. But when she looked at the earrings then at her own green eyes something felt wrong. It was the kind of feeling when you arrange something then find that something's been moved but you can't tell what it was. "But what could be wrong about my own eye color?" Wondered Fina, but the sound of clinking metal caught her attention; Vyse was giving coins to the merchant. "Vyse!" "Don't worry, they look like they were made for you." "But-" "It's just a friendly gift, you're not obligated to do anything to repay me." Vyse said assuringly.
An earsplitting crashing sound followed by and explosion of splinters erupted from a restaurant behind them. The source of the splinters was a brute man being thrown or ejected through the front door of the restaurant and landing on an unfortunate merchant's table. Another figure emerged in the doorway of the restaurant. It belong to a young man that was half the size of the man that was just tossed through the front door. He had silver hair and dark silver eyes, something about him made Fina tremble. For a quick instant the thick darkness that was separating her from her memories cleared out. She recognized him, she knew him, she feared him, his name was on the tip of her tongue; if only she could pull more out of her memories she would have had it, but as quickly as it was open it shut. A crowd of people were now gathering in a circle formation around the silver haired young man and the brute lying on the rubble of what had once been a merchant's table. "Human filth, don't even bother showing your face around me again!" The young man spat vehemently. Two more men came from behind him and attempted to restrain him, but the silver haired young man disposed of them with one quick punch.
Not waiting another moment Vyse stepped out into the clearing, with Fina following closely behind him. "Hey you, what's you're problem?!" Vyse demanded his voice thick with authority, his dark eye's locked onto silver eye's. There was a silence that descended upon the scene as both men analyzed each other. Fina took that opportunity to grab Vyse's arm, "Please, don't fight him Vyse." She begged him whispering to him so that no one else could hear. Breaking his glare away from his opponent he looked at her suspiciously, "Why, do you know him Fina?" He looked back at the other young man and found his answer. The young man's eyes were set on Fina; the expression on his face was that of recognition. Fina now stood between the two men, but she faced Vyse, "I - I'm not sure if I know him; but I have a terrible feeling about this Vyse! Please I'm begging you." Before Vyse had a chance to respond, A group of guards had already arrived on the scene and was taking the young man, who didn't resist because his eye's were still stuck on Fina, even as they were dragging him away.
Soon the crowds died down, most people went home to gossip about what had just occurred. But Vyse insisted that they (Him and Fina of course) stay on the scene to investigate what had caused the young man to lash out like he did. After half an hour of talking to witnesses and the three victims, Vyse joined Fina at a table with their lunch (even though it was late in the afternoon). He placed a bowl of stew in front of her snapping her out of her reverie. "Hey are you okay?" "Yeah, I was just thinking about the guy with silver hair. He does seem familiar to me but I can't seem to place him anywhere or with anything to my past. All I know is that when I see him I get terrified and I can't stop trembling." "Don't worry Fina, I'd never let him do anything to harm you." "Thank you Vyse."
*In the Palace Prison*
The young man sat alone in his cell deep in thought. The image of the beautiful young blonde girl with green eyes burned in His mind. He'd seen her before, she looked so familiar to him, but how? Another thing that had been bothering him was the intense hate he felt towards the guy she was clinging to. Just seeing her with another man made him feel jealous. He wondered if maybe they were romantically involved. It was strange seeing a familiar face, ever since yesterday he was a complete stranger to everyone and everything. All he could remember was waking up on a fishing boat and being very aggravated by it. The men had called him 'Jack' but then after a few hours he realized that all the fishermen called strangers 'Jack'. For now he kept the name, because he didn't know what else to call himself. Today they docked in a town called Nasrad, the men brought him along with them to a restaurant carrying along the fish they had caught. He listened to the men while they talked, and the more he listened to them the more he hated them. When a person came carrying food plates to their table, he was disgusted to discover that they were eating the fish they had caught. Some men laughed about it, and one man made a joke about it. He didn't even respond to the guy, he only aimed his fist for his smart mouth and sent him flying out into the road. Three guards came to his cell, and one announced in a gruffy voice, "Come with us, the Captain Galcian wishes to speak to you."
"Good morning Vyse! Time to get up you lazy sad excuse for a prince!!" Aika greeted merrily as she opened the door to Vyse's room. She was astonished to find a neatly made bed where the supposed 'sad excuse for a prince' should've been sleeping. "Hell must have frozen over! He never gets up before I do!" She stormed out of his room determined to solve the mystery. When a servant came into her view she called for him to stop and asked him if he knew anything about where the prince went. "Well he got up early and took the young lady known as Fina out for a tour of Nasrad; at his mother's suggestion of course." The servant answered and left when Aika excused him. She had an amused smile on her face. She was already planning on how to embarrass the hell out of him when he got back.
Nasrad was always bustling with life. Since it was located in the middle of all the trade routes it was a merchant hot spot, and a place where many ships docked daily to resupply or to just hang around. Trading was Nasrad's number one source of money; since it was a airy dry desert climate place it really couldn't count on agriculture to help out the economy. The buildings were mostly made of bricks, or dry clay, since wood was too costly to import from other places. There were fountains adorning the streets of Narsrad along with various merchant tables filled with eccentric items. What added to the charm of Nasrad was all the different personalities that could be found there.
Vyse had been walking around with Fina for almost an hour. Fina wore a plain white silk blouse with a navy corset over it. She also wore a long flowing sky blue skirt that went down to her ankles. And Vyse wore his casual blue pirate outfit, he suggested that they should dress plainly so they wouldn't catch too much attention while walking around. Fina was drawn to every table, and to every store they came across. Vyse normally thought spending days window shopping was tiresome and annoying, but with Fina he found it interesting; he was amused by her kitten like curiosity. Everytime they stopped at a merchant table or a shop her eyes would light up and she would ask where the items came from or what they were, and he would answer to the best of his knowledge and he would be rewarded by seeing her satisfied smile. But he found it odd when she observed a man paying a merchant for some goods and asked Vyse what they were doing.
By the time it was around noon he suggested that they had lunch somewhere where it was cooler, Fina agreed and followed him to a restaurant, but a glimmering table caught her attention. She tugged at Vyse's sleeve, "Wait Vyse (Vyse told her to drop the 'Prince' title), can we please look at that one stand over there? It'll be the last one I look at for today I promise!" Vyse consented and followed Fina to the shimmering table. The table belonged to a jewelry merchant who was pleased to see a couple (they're better for business) approaching. The table was strewn with necklaces, bracelets, earrings, ring, and other things that jewels can go on. "Shopping for a gift for your girlfriend?" The Merchant inquired looking at Vyse. "Girlfriend?" Fina interjected before Vyse could protest the Merchant's assumption. "Erm, yeah, that sorta means we're in a relationship where we're in love." He answered uncomfortably.
Fina was still busy looking over the jewelry and didn't bother to look up at the merchant or Vyse. Her eye's wandered over to the blue colored stones, there was something about the blue stones that seemed familiar to her. The Merchant noticed her interest in the blue colored jewelry and seized the opportunity for a sale. "Blue would look very nice on you. Here try these earrings on, they would match nicely with your silver bracelet." The Merchant picked out a pair of blue drop earrings and handed them to Fina. "No I really shouldn't, since I really have no intention or means of bu-" "Go ahead Fina, they would look nice on you." Vyse insisted. "Oh I guess if you think I should." Fina took the earrings and placed them on each earlobe, the Merchant brought out a hand mirror for her to see herself with. She held the mirror and looked at the blue earrings, they really did look good on her ears, they dangled nicely from her tiny earlobes. But when she looked at the earrings then at her own green eyes something felt wrong. It was the kind of feeling when you arrange something then find that something's been moved but you can't tell what it was. "But what could be wrong about my own eye color?" Wondered Fina, but the sound of clinking metal caught her attention; Vyse was giving coins to the merchant. "Vyse!" "Don't worry, they look like they were made for you." "But-" "It's just a friendly gift, you're not obligated to do anything to repay me." Vyse said assuringly.
An earsplitting crashing sound followed by and explosion of splinters erupted from a restaurant behind them. The source of the splinters was a brute man being thrown or ejected through the front door of the restaurant and landing on an unfortunate merchant's table. Another figure emerged in the doorway of the restaurant. It belong to a young man that was half the size of the man that was just tossed through the front door. He had silver hair and dark silver eyes, something about him made Fina tremble. For a quick instant the thick darkness that was separating her from her memories cleared out. She recognized him, she knew him, she feared him, his name was on the tip of her tongue; if only she could pull more out of her memories she would have had it, but as quickly as it was open it shut. A crowd of people were now gathering in a circle formation around the silver haired young man and the brute lying on the rubble of what had once been a merchant's table. "Human filth, don't even bother showing your face around me again!" The young man spat vehemently. Two more men came from behind him and attempted to restrain him, but the silver haired young man disposed of them with one quick punch.
Not waiting another moment Vyse stepped out into the clearing, with Fina following closely behind him. "Hey you, what's you're problem?!" Vyse demanded his voice thick with authority, his dark eye's locked onto silver eye's. There was a silence that descended upon the scene as both men analyzed each other. Fina took that opportunity to grab Vyse's arm, "Please, don't fight him Vyse." She begged him whispering to him so that no one else could hear. Breaking his glare away from his opponent he looked at her suspiciously, "Why, do you know him Fina?" He looked back at the other young man and found his answer. The young man's eyes were set on Fina; the expression on his face was that of recognition. Fina now stood between the two men, but she faced Vyse, "I - I'm not sure if I know him; but I have a terrible feeling about this Vyse! Please I'm begging you." Before Vyse had a chance to respond, A group of guards had already arrived on the scene and was taking the young man, who didn't resist because his eye's were still stuck on Fina, even as they were dragging him away.
Soon the crowds died down, most people went home to gossip about what had just occurred. But Vyse insisted that they (Him and Fina of course) stay on the scene to investigate what had caused the young man to lash out like he did. After half an hour of talking to witnesses and the three victims, Vyse joined Fina at a table with their lunch (even though it was late in the afternoon). He placed a bowl of stew in front of her snapping her out of her reverie. "Hey are you okay?" "Yeah, I was just thinking about the guy with silver hair. He does seem familiar to me but I can't seem to place him anywhere or with anything to my past. All I know is that when I see him I get terrified and I can't stop trembling." "Don't worry Fina, I'd never let him do anything to harm you." "Thank you Vyse."
*In the Palace Prison*
The young man sat alone in his cell deep in thought. The image of the beautiful young blonde girl with green eyes burned in His mind. He'd seen her before, she looked so familiar to him, but how? Another thing that had been bothering him was the intense hate he felt towards the guy she was clinging to. Just seeing her with another man made him feel jealous. He wondered if maybe they were romantically involved. It was strange seeing a familiar face, ever since yesterday he was a complete stranger to everyone and everything. All he could remember was waking up on a fishing boat and being very aggravated by it. The men had called him 'Jack' but then after a few hours he realized that all the fishermen called strangers 'Jack'. For now he kept the name, because he didn't know what else to call himself. Today they docked in a town called Nasrad, the men brought him along with them to a restaurant carrying along the fish they had caught. He listened to the men while they talked, and the more he listened to them the more he hated them. When a person came carrying food plates to their table, he was disgusted to discover that they were eating the fish they had caught. Some men laughed about it, and one man made a joke about it. He didn't even respond to the guy, he only aimed his fist for his smart mouth and sent him flying out into the road. Three guards came to his cell, and one announced in a gruffy voice, "Come with us, the Captain Galcian wishes to speak to you."
