Cicero: Hee...writing Phobos is fun...he's a pervy creep.
Phobos: Hey!!
Cicero: And Crimson's fun too...he's so immature.
Crimson: Heey!!
Cicero: Wonder how I'll do as Cedric...
Cedric: *whimpers*
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A Series of Misunderstandings
Chapter 3-
Cedric: Between a Rock and A Hard Place
I couldn't help feeling I was being followed. Perhaps it was my mere
imagination, induced by lack of sleep and perhaps worry. Wearily, I
slumped down in a bench, folding my arms and pulling my trenchcoat closer
around my form.
"Ne, what's up with you, buddy?" asked a voice.
Looking up, I caught sight of a young auburn-haired girl in a black
shirt. I merely looked away, silently stating that this wasn't a matter I
wished to discuss with a perfect stranger.
"Well, whatever it is, buck up, 'kay?" she said and left.
Humans were facinating, in that way. Some were willing to lend an ear
to someone they hardly knew and never considered the dangers of doing so,
even if they wouldn't understand.
Would anyone understand for that matter?
Understand how I felt...
Or would even know why I felt this way?
I remember the day, all too well...the day all my troubles and
agitation had doubled by a hundredfold.
Why had I hired that young mercenary of all things?
My thoughts turned to the time I presented Crimson to the prince.
"Your highness, the guards have located the mercenary."
With a hint of agitation, I entered the room, casting a quick glance
at Crimson to remind him of where he was. He had begun looking around the
room like a curious human child.
Prince Phobos turned to me, his eyes sharp and piercing. Almost at
that moment, I had expected another reprecussion, but to my surprise there
was none.
"You have done well, Cedric." he said, observing Crimson.
I breathed a sigh of relief. My actions had pleased the prince. It
seemed that I lived for that: the Prince's happiness. "Come forward,
Crimson." he called to the mercenary.
"You sent for me, your highness?" Crimson asked.
"I heard you were had ways of acquiring information." the prince said.
"Yes, your highness." Crimson replied.
Prince Phobos considered this, he seemed so serious lost in his moment
of thought. "Show me." he commanded simply. Crimson produced a shining orb
from his palm. "This," he began, "Is the Orb of Visions. With it, I can see
anything in whatever plane I'm in but I do have limits. I can't see past
the Wall."
I noted the hint of disappointment in the Prince's face; a hint of
sadness that showed in his eyes for a split-second but were gone in a
moment's notice.
"I see..." he mused, turning away.
"Perhaps you can still be of some use to me."
Relief once more on my part.
I had not fully failed the prince.
Why did I live for the Prince's happiness?
Did it bring me my own joy to see it?
True, that it did. I wished for nothing more than to see that. I had
tried but failed on all accounts to do with the Guardians of the Wall for
all it was worth. Still, these thoughts roused my mind, never leaving me
as I remained where I was, never once moving or wishing to move.
"Anything for you, your highness..." I sighed.
Perhaps I was more than an over-valiant servant.
My senses spurned to feel the power of the Heart of Kandrakar being
called upon. Someone had drawn the Guardians into battle. My mind was now
warring with myself; to join the battle or to remain here...to serve the
prince or to fail once more in serving..
This was no concern of mine...
For now.
-END OF CHAPTER 3-
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Disclaimer: I don't own anyone in this fic except for Crimson Sheyd. Simply
stated. Everyone but Crimson is property of Disney. Crimson and Cicero
belong to Rokuryu Studios Copyright 2003.
Please read, review and plug! n_n
Misunderstandings
Rokuruyu2003(C)
Phobos: Hey!!
Cicero: And Crimson's fun too...he's so immature.
Crimson: Heey!!
Cicero: Wonder how I'll do as Cedric...
Cedric: *whimpers*
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A Series of Misunderstandings
Chapter 3-
Cedric: Between a Rock and A Hard Place
I couldn't help feeling I was being followed. Perhaps it was my mere
imagination, induced by lack of sleep and perhaps worry. Wearily, I
slumped down in a bench, folding my arms and pulling my trenchcoat closer
around my form.
"Ne, what's up with you, buddy?" asked a voice.
Looking up, I caught sight of a young auburn-haired girl in a black
shirt. I merely looked away, silently stating that this wasn't a matter I
wished to discuss with a perfect stranger.
"Well, whatever it is, buck up, 'kay?" she said and left.
Humans were facinating, in that way. Some were willing to lend an ear
to someone they hardly knew and never considered the dangers of doing so,
even if they wouldn't understand.
Would anyone understand for that matter?
Understand how I felt...
Or would even know why I felt this way?
I remember the day, all too well...the day all my troubles and
agitation had doubled by a hundredfold.
Why had I hired that young mercenary of all things?
My thoughts turned to the time I presented Crimson to the prince.
"Your highness, the guards have located the mercenary."
With a hint of agitation, I entered the room, casting a quick glance
at Crimson to remind him of where he was. He had begun looking around the
room like a curious human child.
Prince Phobos turned to me, his eyes sharp and piercing. Almost at
that moment, I had expected another reprecussion, but to my surprise there
was none.
"You have done well, Cedric." he said, observing Crimson.
I breathed a sigh of relief. My actions had pleased the prince. It
seemed that I lived for that: the Prince's happiness. "Come forward,
Crimson." he called to the mercenary.
"You sent for me, your highness?" Crimson asked.
"I heard you were had ways of acquiring information." the prince said.
"Yes, your highness." Crimson replied.
Prince Phobos considered this, he seemed so serious lost in his moment
of thought. "Show me." he commanded simply. Crimson produced a shining orb
from his palm. "This," he began, "Is the Orb of Visions. With it, I can see
anything in whatever plane I'm in but I do have limits. I can't see past
the Wall."
I noted the hint of disappointment in the Prince's face; a hint of
sadness that showed in his eyes for a split-second but were gone in a
moment's notice.
"I see..." he mused, turning away.
"Perhaps you can still be of some use to me."
Relief once more on my part.
I had not fully failed the prince.
Why did I live for the Prince's happiness?
Did it bring me my own joy to see it?
True, that it did. I wished for nothing more than to see that. I had
tried but failed on all accounts to do with the Guardians of the Wall for
all it was worth. Still, these thoughts roused my mind, never leaving me
as I remained where I was, never once moving or wishing to move.
"Anything for you, your highness..." I sighed.
Perhaps I was more than an over-valiant servant.
My senses spurned to feel the power of the Heart of Kandrakar being
called upon. Someone had drawn the Guardians into battle. My mind was now
warring with myself; to join the battle or to remain here...to serve the
prince or to fail once more in serving..
This was no concern of mine...
For now.
-END OF CHAPTER 3-
--------------------------------------------------------------------------
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone in this fic except for Crimson Sheyd. Simply
stated. Everyone but Crimson is property of Disney. Crimson and Cicero
belong to Rokuryu Studios Copyright 2003.
Please read, review and plug! n_n
Misunderstandings
Rokuruyu2003(C)