Why does it feel like this world's all they've got for us
Why does it feel like nobody's watching us
The evening slowly approached, maids and maidens running about preparing food and decor alike. The knights stationed at their posts gave short smiles to all, and didn't even notice when one went by with a knife in hand. Alulan remembered that on his way to his own room in the west wing of the building he must have been tripped, bumped into and stumbled upon by at least half a dozen people.
It a hard thing to do, hold a celebration so near to the fall festival. The goods are high priced, and everyone is already working on other projects. Alulan thought that the wedding should have been held after the festival. However that sort of thing wasn't his job, it wasn't his place to decide when Albert should hold his wedding. Although it was strange to have an advisor such as himself with such a great comon sense go to waste.
But Alulan was a war advisor, and a battle commander, and a tactics keeper. He most certainly wasn't a party planer. Yet this in some ways quite depressing. For in Serdio there were no battles to be fought, no wars to win like a few months ago. Now was a time of peace, and a time for rebirth of the land and it's people. It was times like these that he wished him might be able to act softer towards the people around him. Alulan was the outcast, outcastes are not to appease the people surrounding them. He didn't know why, or what he had done. But the people here did not include their tactician in their party plans. People in this place, and in just about every place he had ever been treated him as an outcast. So it was that he out casted them too.
Another young blond haired maid went dashing by in front of his feet, her hair was braided down in a fashion to her side. It struck something in him, even if only for a moment.
"Excuse me Sir!" Her voice was loud and harsh, and it knocked the feeling away.
"Of course." He replied attempting to sound as unemotional as possible. He noticed this helped with peoples fear and hate of him.
She noted curtly and when scurrying off to some other place in the castle.
He watched for a moment, wondering breifly if he really needed to be so cold? Only around Albert and a few of the knights who had taken a liking to him did he feel that this hate wasn't needed... But to all others it was maditory, although he didn't know quite why.
Now he headed for the main chamber to meet the King and accompany him down to the dinning room. He was going to have to put up with Kaiser all night long, however it was a little sacrifice to make for keeping him and Noish separate. Alulan came to the main chamber and greeted Albert who was already speaking with King Zior. The King of Feltz gave him a rather nasty look, before Albert stepped in between their line of sight and announced that they would be going to the dinning hall.
Alulan followed behind Albert a little bit off to the left.. Across from him was Noish and behind him Kaiser. He could feel the hate rising from those two, almost like one could feel electricy in the air.
As the group entered Alulan saw that Emille already sat at the other end of the table from where Albert sat, next to her would be her father and sister. She flashed a smile at Albert, and Alulan got the feeling that there would be no problem in their marriage no matter how lost the King seemed to be.
"King Albert the Lady Emille." Noish pronounced, and the lot of them took their seats.
The meal was good, however the company was not. Kaiser couldn't have hissed more vulgar things about Noish into Alulan's ear. Albert was obsessed with chatting to anyone but the people who actually sat next to him. Which left Alulan stuck listening to Kaiser's ideas about killing Nosh, or his ever constant issue of forcing the other half of Serdio to come under Albert's rule.
"Why does it matter?" Alulan asked with a tired sigh, slipping more and more wine down.
"Heh! I thought you'd be the last to disagree. Have you seen my men, they stand about like a bunch of layabouts. Nothing like how it was under Lavits." He said the man's name quitely, almost as if it wasn't to be said. "Besides I'm sure you'd like to plot out wars again!"
Albert rose from his seat as one of the final people moved away from him. "I'd like to propose a toast before our deserts arrive." There was a great clatter as half drunk people rushed for their mugs. "First I must tell you that all of my fellow Dragoons will be attending the celebration, they are all due to arrive tomorrow!" There was a resounding applause. "My toast however is to the future wealth of Tiberona and Serdio!" And with this the mugs went flying into each other.
Albert took his seat again, and Kaiser spoke into Alulan's ear. "Good thing the old twit didn't put any of his crap into it!" From across the table Alulan could hear Noish saying something quite similar about Kaiser. He smirked, and patted Kaiser on the back, "of course!"
It wasn't long after that moment that he left. The feast had grown tiring and there was no one of any interest to speak too. He might have wanted to talk to Emille if only for a few minutes, but things like that where not done in Royal families.
I wonder what my family is like....
He took long strides to the upper floors of the castle, finally coming to the balconies. He liked it here, high above everything. It made him feel at home some how.
Wonder if my family lived near a cliff...
He lifted himself up onto the edge, unlike everyone else he knew he could do something like this and not worry about falling. Not that he could actually save himself if he did fall... It wasn't completely true however, Albert a dragoon wouldn't have to worry about falling. Dragoon armor has wings in it, yet the man still had his own uneasy issues with heighs.
All the dragoons are coming for his wedding... Maybe I could speak to this Dart and ask him what he thinks he's doing erasing my memory like that. Alulan rested his face into his hands and sat there almost unaware of the somewhat strong wind which was narrowly rocking his body back and forth.His sensitive hearing picked up some footsteps coming up the stairs. He couldn't really feel who it was, maybe a maid or a guest from the party come to look at he scenery of Bale. He moved his legs back over the edge and looked inside to see who it was that had come upstairs.
With my luck it will be a robber.
A fragile girl steeped out from the other doorway onto the balcony. She nodded her head at him and gave him a short smile. "Your the tactician for Albert correct?"
"I am, your of course Princess Lisa." He dismounted his post on the edge of the balcony and bowed to the young woman.
"Indeed." She gave him another polite nod before moving over to the edge of the balcony. "I came here so I might look at the stars. My sister asked that I watch her future closely."
"You can read the signs in the stars then?"
"I can, would you like me to look into your future." She asked with a bright smile, and yet when she had first seen him she has seemed so unhappy to have run across his parth.
He looked up at the stars towering above. "I'd much rather have you look into my past since it has left me, however if you can not I will take you up on that offer."
"Yes, I can not look into the past, however I will look into your future, if I may for a moment..." She turned to the stars and looked up into the sky her hands hovered next to each other and a light slowly came between them. It wasn't a bright light, however it was astonishing to see it.
Slowly the light faded out and she turned to look back at him. "Your future is far more clouded that most. However I'm well skilled." She paused for a moment to collect her thoughts. "I see you facing great amounts of opposition. Not only from your enemies, but also from your friends. I see three other people joining you, and then slowly more... Your star is very bright, and two of those people have stars which are just as bright. Perhaps your equals?" She looked back up at the stars frowning. "I'm afraid I can't tell you much more, reading the stars is very difficult even with all this time... Yet I think you are stronger than your opposition, and your allies are those who will not fail you." She looked over at him. "Does that give you any guidance?"
"Can you tell me if I will ever remember?"
"I'm afraid that I can't, for that is outside my own control... However if you've forgotten then maybe there is a reason. I think that nothing is done with out reason, not even the creation of the god of destruction."
He looked over at her and nodded relishing that maybe she would give him more insight to what had happened before his memory loss. "What do you mean by that?"
"With out Melbu Frama's plan the Dragoons would never have been called forth. They might have led less of a life than that which they do. The God led too many good and bad things happening in our world... Fester my teacher tells me that without the sour the sweet isn't as good."
Alulan nodded, "It's good logic."
"I think so too, if you don't mind however I need to look for my sister before it grows to late."
"Of course, and good night milady." He gave her a quick bow and turned away to go back to his own room.
A/N: Good chappie? I like the bit with Lisa, the star seem like it was lacking it chit chat. But I really couldn't find a place to put it in.
Random note- Lisa is cool, and Alulan is loved!
By the way someone fig out who Alulan is, not that hard is it? Anyway now for all you smert people, who might Raizel and Balder be.... Hm let us think XD!