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Chapter VI
Prince Keinne?
She was almost sobbing. She mumbled angrily as she walked away from the still dazed priest.
"Do you hate me so much Lenny?"
She whispered near the now guilty sin. She had tears on her eyes as she pushed the assassin out of the way. Lenneth had wanted to follow her. But that would make it worse than it was. It would look to her as if he did that on purpose, in which he did not. He held out to Keinne a ruby cross. It was what had dropped after the attack. He wore it and thanked Len. And then turned away and looked in the direction of the setting sun. It was an absolutely priceless gem and a wonderful piece to a collector's compilation.
"Than you…"
He held the cross with one hand and gripped on it…enclosing it with his right hand. It was a really valuable thing to him and was much appreciated to be returned, Len saw how serious his friend had looked and made a curious joke about how his friend speaks:
"Hey Keinne?"
He looked at him and moved his face to the priest's serene face forehead to forehead. Whispering
"Try saying a simple thanks for once, it saves a lot of time"
Keinne smiled at the retort and he himself nodded his thanks once more it was evening now…and they were going to leave the ship. He moved away from the assassin and went to the captain's room perhaps to thank him or something…
"Keep it, a sign of gratitude"
It was night by this time and the wind was cold. But the festivities gave out wonderful tenderness. Auctions here and there were started and splendid dresses and flowing gowns. Great pantaloons and overcoats of the men, Rochelle came out with her hair untied… the great redness of it flowing freely. Len's blue hair on the other hand was well combed and as for Keinne…The way he had seen it in his dream. Braided with a few hair on his face. They were a beautiful party to look at.
Her dress was an opulent black and rich color huge ribbons on the back. A slight slit to the left side it was a flowing gown. Sleeveless and a V-shaped neckline at the center of her chest was the emblem of the high wizard's. And a pendant a heart shaped one with a tiny diamond on its center. Her hair had a beautiful circlet set with jewels and had pieces of diamonds falling of the side creating the illusion of a veil covering her hair.
The old man stared at all of them… first on the wizard then unto the killer…
A simple white polo unbuttoned in the first two. A silver necklace with a reddish orb as a pendant, his pants were black and were made of fine velvet made from feathers and fluff wonderfully tailored. Together with a pair of transparent shades atop his hair
Then to the stuck-up clergy
A turtle neck traditional Pronteran outfit. Lined with gold. The shirt was long and fitted him perfectly. Emphasizing his upper limb… A wide set of cuffs, which were open at the edge and black pants of the same fabric as Len's. A blood red pair of shades that contradicted what Len was wearing
He was crying. How they've grown he bowed in return of the given regal pendant that once adorned the neck of the priest.
As they now parted ways, they headed of in different directions. They had no money. All of their expenses were mostly by the Old geezer. But he was sleeping by now or perchance selling some of his goods. Len went into a pub; he had reasoned out that he would find a way to get some money…but later… with a sadistic grin. The wizard on the other hand frolicked away with some men that had whistled at her. Keinne was left with finding a real solution to their problem. He walked around the outskirt of town…being eyed by some women and even by some men. The women whispered as the men noticed his grace.
Keinne did not really mind the stare and the hushed whispers he had heard. He sat down troubled near one of the ports of Alberta with the moon shining on the water. It looked heavenly, as did he. He stared at the dark ship that he once considered a torture to be in. But now he wished he wasn't suppose to leave it for some reason… He felt right there. That he moved around from place to place. Never really having to fit in. Not following the laws of the land. A soft voice interrupted his trail of thoughts
"Umm… Mister?"
Keinne looked around and saw a charming little girl. It was strange clothing she wore. Peculiar though… He felt familiar with the gown… He had seen this already from somewhere. But from whence? To be polite he had spoken to her
"What is your name little one?"
"It's Urd, Sir"
The clergy's eyes went wide and held the girl with both hands… Staring at her…
"Urd?"
He had strained it. He knew for a fact that their was a Norn named Urd… The guardian of the past and yet others might have just named the child that way, he slowly led her to the city… the lights became much brighter and the sound of the townspeople's laughter came…
"Where might your parents be?"
"We Norns have none, Prince Keinne, you know that"
It was a sheer undertone and he had thought he heard wrong…the little girl had vanished in a flood of light. As a cool voice came to him and he felt that he was slowly floating…
"A warning, for some pasts are better of left forgotten. For the path you take my Prince…"
The voice changed and another spoke…
"It tolls the bells of pain… I have not been wrong before…I Verdandi promise you suffering Prince Keinne… and it is in all roads that you might take…"
He was slowly being put down… the hand that once held the little girl…. felt cold and utterly heavy…
"What is?"
It was…coins… 30 million zennies…His eyes widened
"To the Gods"
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