A/N: Don't own Legend of Dragoon, reading this fic while one any thing
might cause stuff to happen. You have been warned.
Legend of Albert
"Cariron, could you take Albert his food?" Asked one of the chefs in the kitchen.
"Of course." She gave him a slight nod of the head, and grabbed the plate. She carried it up several flights of stairs, past some conversing men in the throne room and into Albert's bed room. The was still sitting much the same way he had yesterday. However the food she had brought him last night...
"Albert? Why didn't you eat your dinner?" She scolded him.
"I wasn't hungry." He replied, in monotone.
"Well you must be hungry by now, so here is your breakfast." She answered kindly.
"I'm not.... I can't eat." He said.
"Something wrong?" She asked. "Are you sick?"
"No...." Then he slumped back against the side of the window seat.
She looked into his face, and could see how deathly pale he was. She could see his hands which where looked to have been carved out of porcelain. The clothes suddenly looked so large for him, as if he lost far to much weight.
"I haven't been hungry for days...... Just, threw it out the window...." He blinked and looked back out the window, leaving the maid to go rushing out the door, and fleeing down the stairs.
"Minister Noish! Minister!!" Called out Cariron, her face creamed with sweat.
"What is it?!" He asked hurrying over towards her in the hall.
"Tis... Albert, he told me he wont eat! Says he isn't hungry, been like this for days! But I thought he was, but he was throwing it out h-his window! The boy's starving himself! Wont eat he tells me!"
Noish patted the crying girl on the head. "I'll speak to his highness." He told her calmly. Albert was a boy whom one could reason with, there was no need for worry.
Noish proceed up the front stairs, into the throne room, and back to the large and decorated room in which Albert spent most of his time. He could see the boy sitting on a window seat. The fabric on seat had been dyed and then twisted green to created a earthy look. Albert's own cloak matched well with the colors, and except for the golden band that hung around his shoulder length hair, one would have thought him no better than a merchant's child.
"Albert." He said, walking over to sit with the boy.
Albert did respond.
"Albert?" He asked taking the seat and leaning over to see the child's face. It was blank, and in the sunlight that was shinning through the window looked deathly pale. Noish reached his own hand out to grab the boy on the should, however Albert turned at the last moment.
"Don't." He said, and conned to look out at the golden sun lit world.
"You have to eat Albert." He said, going directly to the point.
"I'm not hungry." He said.
"The maid tell me you haven't eat in days. You must eat Albert." This time the boy said nothing, he simply stared out the window.
Noish sat beside him, "You want to explain?" He asked simply.
"My father is dead......." And it was all the explanation that one could ever need. Noish stood, and nodded to the king, then turned and went out the door.
On the outside Albert appeared blank, and fearful. His expression like that of the deer he had seen his father kill while they had been out hunting.
With him was the tortured soul, a creature of a deep and black mass, one that couldn't see beyond life, or death. Some sick demon that rotted in the mass of confusion. As Albert looked down at his hands he could still see his father's blood smeared across them, even though it had long ago been washed away.
He turned and looked back out the window, and let his eyes stare out. He didn't see anything, be it day or night. He didn't feel anything, or need anything, he was hollow. A shell with out life, he had lost his life long ago, and soon he would lose his body too.
He could just fade away, turn to into the dust from which life rose and fell.
Outside the heaven which Albert hid in voices where yelling. The maid and the minister were arguing. Telling each other that the only way for Albert to get better was through their own methods. Yelling and hissing, the whole castle would be clamoring to voice their opinion in a day... But inside his heaven Albert would never hear a word, because after Noish had left, no one had entered the room themselves.
Out on the prairie of Serdio Dole was creating his own country, Greham was receiving word that Dole had a power which could rule another, and Servi was leaving for the front. Lavits was saying farewell to his father, and Dart was entering Seles for the first time. Meru was starting her new career in Lohan as a waitress at a large Inn and Bar. Kongol was taking his first trip into human lands, and Miranda was being adopted by Theresea.
The world's wheels where spinning once again, the future was spinning into reality, and in Velweb Diaz was sitting on his throne, preaching to all who would listen about the 108th species, and the utopia it would bring.
A/N: I felt deep today. Extremely deep, so if this chapter is a lot, sorry. @.@ Arg, I think that sleepovers do something to my brain.... Hm, anyway please review.
Legend of Albert
"Cariron, could you take Albert his food?" Asked one of the chefs in the kitchen.
"Of course." She gave him a slight nod of the head, and grabbed the plate. She carried it up several flights of stairs, past some conversing men in the throne room and into Albert's bed room. The was still sitting much the same way he had yesterday. However the food she had brought him last night...
"Albert? Why didn't you eat your dinner?" She scolded him.
"I wasn't hungry." He replied, in monotone.
"Well you must be hungry by now, so here is your breakfast." She answered kindly.
"I'm not.... I can't eat." He said.
"Something wrong?" She asked. "Are you sick?"
"No...." Then he slumped back against the side of the window seat.
She looked into his face, and could see how deathly pale he was. She could see his hands which where looked to have been carved out of porcelain. The clothes suddenly looked so large for him, as if he lost far to much weight.
"I haven't been hungry for days...... Just, threw it out the window...." He blinked and looked back out the window, leaving the maid to go rushing out the door, and fleeing down the stairs.
"Minister Noish! Minister!!" Called out Cariron, her face creamed with sweat.
"What is it?!" He asked hurrying over towards her in the hall.
"Tis... Albert, he told me he wont eat! Says he isn't hungry, been like this for days! But I thought he was, but he was throwing it out h-his window! The boy's starving himself! Wont eat he tells me!"
Noish patted the crying girl on the head. "I'll speak to his highness." He told her calmly. Albert was a boy whom one could reason with, there was no need for worry.
Noish proceed up the front stairs, into the throne room, and back to the large and decorated room in which Albert spent most of his time. He could see the boy sitting on a window seat. The fabric on seat had been dyed and then twisted green to created a earthy look. Albert's own cloak matched well with the colors, and except for the golden band that hung around his shoulder length hair, one would have thought him no better than a merchant's child.
"Albert." He said, walking over to sit with the boy.
Albert did respond.
"Albert?" He asked taking the seat and leaning over to see the child's face. It was blank, and in the sunlight that was shinning through the window looked deathly pale. Noish reached his own hand out to grab the boy on the should, however Albert turned at the last moment.
"Don't." He said, and conned to look out at the golden sun lit world.
"You have to eat Albert." He said, going directly to the point.
"I'm not hungry." He said.
"The maid tell me you haven't eat in days. You must eat Albert." This time the boy said nothing, he simply stared out the window.
Noish sat beside him, "You want to explain?" He asked simply.
"My father is dead......." And it was all the explanation that one could ever need. Noish stood, and nodded to the king, then turned and went out the door.
On the outside Albert appeared blank, and fearful. His expression like that of the deer he had seen his father kill while they had been out hunting.
With him was the tortured soul, a creature of a deep and black mass, one that couldn't see beyond life, or death. Some sick demon that rotted in the mass of confusion. As Albert looked down at his hands he could still see his father's blood smeared across them, even though it had long ago been washed away.
He turned and looked back out the window, and let his eyes stare out. He didn't see anything, be it day or night. He didn't feel anything, or need anything, he was hollow. A shell with out life, he had lost his life long ago, and soon he would lose his body too.
He could just fade away, turn to into the dust from which life rose and fell.
Outside the heaven which Albert hid in voices where yelling. The maid and the minister were arguing. Telling each other that the only way for Albert to get better was through their own methods. Yelling and hissing, the whole castle would be clamoring to voice their opinion in a day... But inside his heaven Albert would never hear a word, because after Noish had left, no one had entered the room themselves.
Out on the prairie of Serdio Dole was creating his own country, Greham was receiving word that Dole had a power which could rule another, and Servi was leaving for the front. Lavits was saying farewell to his father, and Dart was entering Seles for the first time. Meru was starting her new career in Lohan as a waitress at a large Inn and Bar. Kongol was taking his first trip into human lands, and Miranda was being adopted by Theresea.
The world's wheels where spinning once again, the future was spinning into reality, and in Velweb Diaz was sitting on his throne, preaching to all who would listen about the 108th species, and the utopia it would bring.
A/N: I felt deep today. Extremely deep, so if this chapter is a lot, sorry. @.@ Arg, I think that sleepovers do something to my brain.... Hm, anyway please review.
