Cottontail: First of all thank you three for reviewing so quickly. I wasn't expecting reviews my first day. Second, DEMON DIARY ROCKS HARD!!! Even though I don't own it. Third, you may have something going with the coffin thing. Fourth, I don't know how long this will be. But I'll try my best to finish this one!
The man opened the book.
"I finally got back from my trip to the West, when it came to me. Seven weeks with those damned Americans, and all I wanted to do was to be surrounded by my beloved eastern culture. A message arrived saying that a prince of Belgium was coming to discuss buying land from me. I don't know why they would send a prince because most European royalty tend to be dim-witted pampered brats who care more about themselves then the good of their country. Nevertheless I could not refuse him because he had already left and would be arriving within a few days, and I am never one to be rude to my guests.
"A carriage arrived early this morning, and out came what I thought to be a young girl. Only under closer inspection did I realize this was the Belgian prince. Luckily my mother was British so speaking to them wasn't that difficult. Their demeanors were quite unlike those beastly Americans who seem to only be interested in war and the love of a woman. (Don't get angry. 3 cheers for the red, white, and blue!) Two older men came with him. They were more like the negotiators I was used to dealing with. I quickly learned their names. The two older men were Aurelied and Krayon. The young boy was Prince Raenef. I invited them all into my house and offered them some tea. Though I could tell the older gentlemen were disappointed when they weren't served that brown concoction they call tea in the west, they hid it well. My young prince; however, wrinkled his nose and stuck out his tongue. I found this to be most amusing. Though he was ignorant and disrespectful of all my customs, I found a certain charm in it. He honestly did remind me of a girl: slender body, long flaxen hair, azure orbs that held such love and purity that could make a demon boy at his feet. Because I'm a gentleman I shouldn't confess this, but I secretly wanted to remove his clothes just to prove that he was, indeed, male. But back to our conversation. I learned that they were trying to buy property so trade would be easier. The youth had to beg his father to actually let him come. Apparently he had never even left his own kingdom in fourteen years of his life. After a few hours of discussion, I could tell they were exhausted from the journey and offered them a bed and bath. There would be a warm meal waiting for them in the morning.
"Last night, I slept rather uneasy. I kept waking from nightmares in the night, and now I feel completely drained. I will see my sear tonight. Maybe she can interpret these dreams."
The man grew quiet, then spoke in a hushed tone, "I would imagine that any of you believe in magic. No, modern times and modern ideas. Such things are considered preposterous."
He then continued, "The rest of the day went by slowly. Young Raenef went sightseeing with his advisor Krayon, and I was left to boring discussions with Aurelied. I later excused myself and went to visit the Seer. (Does anyone remember how to spell her name?) I spoke of my dreams. 'I was standing in a dessert, and the sky went black. The whole time I felt as if I was searching for something that couldn't be found.' And she said to me, 'Something big will happen soon, and you will lose something very dear to you.' When I asked how to prevent this, she only smiled and replied, 'There's no stopping love.' Her answers were always perplexing."
