A/N: Well you know how it goes.... Don't own legend of Dragoon!!!!
Legend Of Albert

Carlo glanced at the two messengers from Bale, they were disappointing him with every word. "And S-sire..?"

"Yes?" He couldn't help the aggravated tone in his voice.

"We.. we have some news on Doel... Y-your majesty...."

"Well? What has that fool be doing?" He growled.

"He's... been gathering aid, people who said they would come and form an army under him..."

"An... Army? You mean to say that while he's been out hunting monsters and what not.... He's been recruiting?"

"Yes, yes my lord." The two messengers scrambled to their feet. "You should return my lord!"

Carlo's arms crossed and he turned around to face the view of the ocean. "Go back and tell my advisors to raise the solders salaries by twenty."

"Yes my lord."

"Tell them I'll be back by the end of the month."

"Of course my lord!" They waited for a moment then scrambled to their feet and headed back down to the stables.

***

"Pity..." Albert muttered to himself as the carriages carried him back to Bale. He had been having such a wonderful time in Tiberona, with Emille and all of her friends... "To think that I locked my self away in those books for all those years...?"

"A waste..." he said under his breath so his father wouldn't hear.

When I get home, he thought, I'm going to find friends! Really what was I thinking placing myself in all those books? How much time have I wasted reading about things no one else would ever care for? Dear Soa, how did you let me venture into a library?

***

Albert's journey for friends would have gone poorly if not for one small accident.

Lavits, the only child of the greatest knight in all of Basil, had been invited one day to come with his father and visit the castle. It was the young blonde's fifth birthday, and seeing as his father was one of the most amazing knights, strings were quickly pulled.

Albert was invited to the festivities that night on behalf of his father who was not attending. He had done his best to plot out what he would say, how he would act... However much of that rapidly went down the drain when he was brought down stairs.

Carefully Albert approached the boy, who was only an inch shorter than himself. "Hello." He said with a polite nod.

Lavits looked at him for a moment, pausing in thought. "Your... Albert?"

"Yes." As best he could he tried to make his voice sound undemanding, more causal.

"Hey! Your not so bad!" Called out one of the kids next the blond.

"Oh Albert, I didn't know you were coming." Said one of the ministers. "Well come on all of you." He said as he began to lead the group on a tour of the castle.

For a minute the group stood there, and suddenly Lavits spoke. "Well come on." He turned and looked straight at Albert for a moment and then.... "Did you want to come with?"

"Sure." Albert said smiling

***

It had taken almost a year for the Prince and the commoner to truly become friends. However once the time had passed. The few wonderful hours that they did spend together changed Albert for the better. It had always been a wonder to the people, that Albert had never held the hate of his father, or the spite of his uncle. Should they have known that Albert had such a kinda and generous friend, they might have understood and believed sooner in the young boy.

Carlo had been out on a hunting trip with several of his knights and his son Albert who had suddenly decided to join. The trip had gone well even if there was few monsters to hunt. The sky had become over cast and some of the knights rode ahead to check the groups direction....

Albert watched as a party of seven being lead by his Uncle Dole rose out of the darkness. Weapons out they headed at Carlo, the two knights who were left behind were quickly cut down to pieces. Carlo brought up his own spear and shoved it forward into one of the men, however he lost his only weapon in the process.

Dole rode over and grabbed the rains of the horse Carlo had been riding. Albert saw a look of joy and triumph come over him. He hefted his large sword up to level and plunged it deep into Carlo's heart. With the smallest thunk Carlo hit the ground.

Limply Albert crawled off of his horse. The men Dole had brought had not noticed him till that moment, quickly they brought up their bows to kill him too.

Dole yelled something to them, but Albert's ears would not work, all he could think, all he could see was his father. His father dyed red with blood.

The men turned away and rose off into the darkness from which they had come. Albert's own horse wandering after them.

He stood there in the darkness, looking at the shine of his father's blood till the Knights who had gane ahead came back and found him. At first they could do not but stare, and then they saw Albert who was still alive. Hurryiedly they gather up the child and carried him off.
A/N: Hm.... Depressing chapter that was... -.- Poor little Albert, having to see his dady die.... Dear Soa I'm a horrible little person. In other news, I really happy to be back writing again! WHOO Month long break! Thank you for all your understanding, and Emails! I'll have the next chpaters on other fics up in a few days! Oh and I've become a Furcadia adict as well. ^.^;