-Chapter 6- (The Old Kingdom - Riot of the Blood Kyo)
In the main hall, the residents of the castle were settling down for their supper, and Fal was none too pleased to hear that a certain little girl and mysterious woman would be sitting on either sides of him. He wasn't hungry, he'd already stated, but his brother had assured him that he was not about to wander around the castle with no form of sight to call his own.
So, he sat with the family.
Marle and Hana talked like electrified parrots to Fal, who sluggishly anwsered questions monosyliballically.
"Marle." Fal interrupted. "Could you calm your mouth for a moment, and tell me something?"
Marle could hear his fingers scraping the table as he tapped them, so rather then angering him, she nodded.
There was a moment of silence.
"Yes." She replied.
"Alright. Can one of you please tell me what this lady 'Hana' looks like? I find it hard to talk to her at the moment."
Hana gave a light laugh.
"I'll tell you."
Fal relaxed a small bit and sighed a long sigh, sitting back in his chair.
"Let's see... I have long black hair that reaches my elbows. Umm... I''m about as tall as you, around the same build, except I'm obviously healthier. I'm not going to comment on things you don't want to know, because I know now how it makes you." She paused to laugh. "My nose is kind of small, my ears are... uh... small too..." He could tell by her tone that she wasn't lying.
"What are you a mouse, or a rabbit, or something of the sort?" He retorted angrily.
Hana giggled. "No, silly! I'm perfectly human! It's just that I have smaller facial qualities. Oh, and my mouth isn't as big as yours either."
Fal shook his head. He didn't think she was very nice at all.
After what seemed to be an eternity of comparison between he and Hana, Fal felt he had a pretty good visual concept of her. He was dragged away from his torturous encounter by his brother.
"Hey, come 'ere a second will you?" Lothair took Fal by the arm away from the table.
"It seems I have no other choice. What is it?" Replied Fal.
His brother had left him for a moment, then came back.
"Brother, I want you to see something." He spoke with confidence.
Fal squeaked. "I think you don't remember--"
THOCK!!
A metal bar hit Fal square in the forehead, sending him off his feet.
He landed on his backside with a 'thump'.
"OWW!!!" He shouted in pain. "What in God's green Earth was that for?!!"
Fal's hand clapped the growing bump on his head.
He opened his welling eyes to see blood dripping from his hand.
Then it hit him --- he could see!
Fal gave a look of pure confoundment.
"How did--" He managed to mutter.
Lothair gave a big, hearty laugh once again. He picked up his brother and set him to his feet.
"I'd like an explanation!!" Fal shouted.
There was another laugh from his sibling.
"You should've known, you fool. Your blindness was a curse!"
Fal urked. "What?"
Lothair slapped his hand to his face.
"Blunt as a bloody hammer..." He mumbled. "...We figured that your blindness was a curse because of how you never said you were in pain."
Fal urked again. How'd he know that?
"Anyway, I got up with the idea that if we hit you with the same force that made you blind, your sight would return."
Fal urked louder. "You went by a jist alone?!"
Lothair shrugged. "Well, yeah. If you would put it that way."
Then he noticed a shadowy character next to Lothair. It stepped out from the darkness.
"Oh, and you have that bump on your head thanks to him." Lothair pointed at the figure.
It was the Knight. He dropped a heavy metal pole to the ground.
Fal glanced at the black-clad being. He was tall, his hair was long, curly, and brown, and his pale skin reminded Fal of the stories he had heard as a child about the living dead and whatnot.
His face was long and undisturbed of blemishes, and his eyes were perpetually half-closed and actually quite beautiful.
He had many questions for the Knight, but his first would be to ask him his real name.
The Knight's curved mouth turned to a smile.
And in a low, silky tone, he ceased to repress one letter;
"D."
In the main hall, the residents of the castle were settling down for their supper, and Fal was none too pleased to hear that a certain little girl and mysterious woman would be sitting on either sides of him. He wasn't hungry, he'd already stated, but his brother had assured him that he was not about to wander around the castle with no form of sight to call his own.
So, he sat with the family.
Marle and Hana talked like electrified parrots to Fal, who sluggishly anwsered questions monosyliballically.
"Marle." Fal interrupted. "Could you calm your mouth for a moment, and tell me something?"
Marle could hear his fingers scraping the table as he tapped them, so rather then angering him, she nodded.
There was a moment of silence.
"Yes." She replied.
"Alright. Can one of you please tell me what this lady 'Hana' looks like? I find it hard to talk to her at the moment."
Hana gave a light laugh.
"I'll tell you."
Fal relaxed a small bit and sighed a long sigh, sitting back in his chair.
"Let's see... I have long black hair that reaches my elbows. Umm... I''m about as tall as you, around the same build, except I'm obviously healthier. I'm not going to comment on things you don't want to know, because I know now how it makes you." She paused to laugh. "My nose is kind of small, my ears are... uh... small too..." He could tell by her tone that she wasn't lying.
"What are you a mouse, or a rabbit, or something of the sort?" He retorted angrily.
Hana giggled. "No, silly! I'm perfectly human! It's just that I have smaller facial qualities. Oh, and my mouth isn't as big as yours either."
Fal shook his head. He didn't think she was very nice at all.
After what seemed to be an eternity of comparison between he and Hana, Fal felt he had a pretty good visual concept of her. He was dragged away from his torturous encounter by his brother.
"Hey, come 'ere a second will you?" Lothair took Fal by the arm away from the table.
"It seems I have no other choice. What is it?" Replied Fal.
His brother had left him for a moment, then came back.
"Brother, I want you to see something." He spoke with confidence.
Fal squeaked. "I think you don't remember--"
THOCK!!
A metal bar hit Fal square in the forehead, sending him off his feet.
He landed on his backside with a 'thump'.
"OWW!!!" He shouted in pain. "What in God's green Earth was that for?!!"
Fal's hand clapped the growing bump on his head.
He opened his welling eyes to see blood dripping from his hand.
Then it hit him --- he could see!
Fal gave a look of pure confoundment.
"How did--" He managed to mutter.
Lothair gave a big, hearty laugh once again. He picked up his brother and set him to his feet.
"I'd like an explanation!!" Fal shouted.
There was another laugh from his sibling.
"You should've known, you fool. Your blindness was a curse!"
Fal urked. "What?"
Lothair slapped his hand to his face.
"Blunt as a bloody hammer..." He mumbled. "...We figured that your blindness was a curse because of how you never said you were in pain."
Fal urked again. How'd he know that?
"Anyway, I got up with the idea that if we hit you with the same force that made you blind, your sight would return."
Fal urked louder. "You went by a jist alone?!"
Lothair shrugged. "Well, yeah. If you would put it that way."
Then he noticed a shadowy character next to Lothair. It stepped out from the darkness.
"Oh, and you have that bump on your head thanks to him." Lothair pointed at the figure.
It was the Knight. He dropped a heavy metal pole to the ground.
Fal glanced at the black-clad being. He was tall, his hair was long, curly, and brown, and his pale skin reminded Fal of the stories he had heard as a child about the living dead and whatnot.
His face was long and undisturbed of blemishes, and his eyes were perpetually half-closed and actually quite beautiful.
He had many questions for the Knight, but his first would be to ask him his real name.
The Knight's curved mouth turned to a smile.
And in a low, silky tone, he ceased to repress one letter;
"D."