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Chapter 4

Albert sat in his bedroom watching his sleeping wife. Emily was so beautiful. Albert was sad that he had put her through so much before their wedding day. He hadn't expected his people to reject him when he returned with his bride. They thought that she was a demon. He had immediately guessed that they had heard the stories from Tiberoa about the "demon that had taken Emily's form." It took him a while, but he finally persuaded them she was indeed a real human and not the demon in disguise. After he persuaded them, his people decided to let him reign until he died.

Emily was lying down, peacefully sleeping. Albert didn't want to wake her with his restlessness, so he decided to take a walk in the gardens. He got up and walked out of the room, and almost ran in to his son, Klaymor.

Emily and he had adopted the now thirteen-year-old about a year ago, after they had had their first child, a boy named Bola. He first met Klaymor on the streets stealing a loaf of bread from his provision bag. Albert had caught the boy just as he had started to run off. Then he took him back to the castle and sat him in one of the rooms. He talked with the boy for a long time and found out that he had no family or home. Then Albert asked him if he would like to have a family. Klaymor said that he would love it. Albert asked his wife, who agreed immediately, and they adopted him. The castle workers were skeptical of the child at first, but a year softened their hearts and they really took to the boy.

"What are you doing here son?" Albert asked him.

"Bola is making those strange noises again." Albert ran to his boy's room, where he found that his one-year-old was indeed making odd noises. Albert picked the child up and turned to Klaymor.

"Go get your mother."

"Yes sir." Albert checked Bola's pulse and found that it was really fluttery. He then listened to the boy's breathing. It also was wild and erratic. Emily ran into the room. Albert handed Bola to her and she started rubbing his back in a small circle. Then she bounced the child up and down as she went to get his medicine. She gave him the pill and Albert checked his pulse about a minute later. It had slowed way down and Bola wasn't making noises anymore. Emily put their sleeping child back in the crib.

"Thank you for coming to get me, Klaymor," Albert said to his older son.

"You're welcome, Dad."

"Now, go back to bed Emily, Bola will be fine."

"Ok, Albert." Then they kissed.

"Ewww." Klaymor said. "Adults kissing." Emily smiled as she went to her and Albert's room.

"Where did I pick you up boy?" Albert said playfully. "I'm going around the gardens. Want to come with me?"

"No, it's time for me to be in bed." Albert saw sorrow in his son's face, but his son left before he could ask. It took Albert a second to realize that Klaymor had left his room instead of going to bed, like he said he was. Albert shook it off and went for his walk.

Klaymor was in the fighting room, where the guards practiced. He had his new sword and was practicing trying to clear his head. Just last week he had left the castle for a while and traveled to Mille Séseu (I'm not sure if that's spelled right). Once there he had met Miranda, who had told him all about the Dragoons and their battle ten years ago with the one she called Melbu Frahma. He was confused by what she had told him. Albert had been a Dragoon. His real mother had told him that the dragoons were evil, that was, before she died. His father, no Albert, he would never think of him as father again. Albert was a friend to bad people. Dart had killed Zieg, his father. The one he called Rose had killed many people. Haschel was a rouge master, which meant that he was able to kill people. All of Albert's friends were bad people, and Klaymor wasn't so sure that Albert, his only fatherly figure, was the greatest anymore. Klaymor had never met any of Albert's friends, but from what he had heard from Miranda, they were all different, and evil. One was a Wingly; one was the moonchild, one a Gigantos. They were all demons according to his religion, and Albert openly accepted them as friends. Then again, why did he follow his real mother's religion? Life was too confusing for him. What, with his brother's strange sickness, he almost wished he was back on the streets. Perhaps Albert wasn't all he said he was. Why didn't Albert tell him who he was? Why didn't he tell him that he was a demon, a killer?

The shadow watched the boy that was so recently adopted by Albert. It knew the torment that was going through the boy's mind. It moved through the shadows of the garden and soon came to where he could watch the king, Albert. Only one person, one with a motherly love, could heal Albert's son. That was one reason that the shadow had to get the friends back together. He was almost ready, just one more visit. One last place and it could put its plan into action, just one more person.

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