The Chronicles Of Malus
Disclaimer: I don't own CastleVania, Konami does. Yeah...terrible...None of these characters are exactly mine (except for Marcell, Edward, and Morning Star).
Author's Note: I, a Malus fan, have decided to do what very few Malus fans (Gee, not many of those...) have done: Make a biography-story-thing-a-ma-bob about the funny little blue-haired boy. Finally after months of writing, the Malus story is complete! It took a bit of late night writing, typing and of course revision. I believe that I am happy with the results. Some of the characters as you may have noticed are mine, and that I filled in some of the parts that haven't been explained in CastleVania 64 or Legacy Of Darkness. There are also a few slight misdates, so bare with me here... But for those of you who have not played the game, you're not missing anything; 3/4 of this information came from my own creation. For an even better story view and understanding, it's recommended that you read the first part of the sequel, Legend Of Cornell, first!
Prologue
A strange prophetic belief hangs around a unique boy,
Destined to become the lord of a dark castle in legend
To become one with the king of the night
He stands proud with the stature of an emperor
A terrible power flowing through his veins
Sovereign regalia of violet, pompous as its trimmed gold
Nobleman to the greatest of heights
Yet sinister to the lowest of depths
His youthful hair drapes down with melancholy
Reflecting the night's moonlight through his eyes
Revealing a young boy with unexplained innocence
Search deeper inside his enigmatic gaze
Stumble into the twilight of secret and find the boy who is lost
Surrounded amongst chaos created by what is right and wrong
Where chastity and malevolence fight to the death
A war concealed so masterfully beneath a sneer and crooked smile
Keep strong young child,
Evil will not conquer your courage and faith
Quiet and solemn, you are forced to look out towards the sea
While the Count reigns in control, you are lost within his fortress of despair
But with your very existence, the light lives on
One way or another you shall be found
CHAPTER 1
For four years, Malus Crescent had been an enigma to the entire village, including to his own parents. All his life he had never spoken anything to anyone, nor had he favored their presence. The boy's facial expression was always dark and solemn. He was deemed by the small village's doctor to be an autistic child, born with a rare brain disease that caused him to not be able to speak nor hear. Though it became clear to the boy's parents that he could hear very well. It first happened an early morning when Malus' mother sat with Malus, sewing together garments for her husband. As she hummed a tune and called out the sewing materials to herself, she was shocked to find that Malus gave her the exact ones that she needed. She tried calling out a thread spool of a different color or amount, but he knew each one. The young infant never enjoyed his volunteer job by the serious look on his face; He must have done it just to preoccupy his growing mind. It was an uncommon thing that he did for his parents and never helped otherwise unless he chose to.
Boredom etched invisible lines around his chubby young face. His father took this sad expression with great enthusiasm and bought Malus the most colorful and challenging toy that he could find within reason.
"It's called a rubix cube, puddin' head!" Malus' father chirped, tossing and spinning the cube around the boy's head with great glee.
The four-year old glanced the colorful cube once, then continued to stare in his father's eyes gravely.
"Well, I'll just set it here, in case you want to play with it, okay?"
The boy solved the cube within minutes. He was a child prodigy no one could quite understand. One who followed his own line of understanding. Anyone would consider him to be rebellious and stubborn to a certain degree.
It was midday in the summer. The sky was fine and large fluffy clouds loomed above in it. The air was pleasantly warm and moderately hot, with the sun shining in the clouds. It was a day that one was very blessed to be alive to see.
Cornell gave a mighty yawn as he came into the village. His hair was pure white, but not of old age; He was a little older than thirty. He wore a rugged black shirt, and sand-colored pants with a belt, in which he kept a leather pouch, and a sheathed broadsword. Cornell carried a leather-skinned sack thrown over his shoulder. His feet were bare. The young man came to a small house where he found a young lady tending to a garden of flowers in the back. He sat down on the wooden bench next to her.
"Good afternoon, Ada." He said.
Ada jumped in surprise and saw her brother. "Oh!! I didn't see you there! Good afternoon, Cornell. You're done guarding the village I see?"
"Yes, but I'm going to look around for awhile. How's Malus?"
Ada sighed. "He still refuses to come outside. He's been inside all morning..."
"He's been inside all week. The boy needs sunlight..."
"I know that Cornell, but you know how Malus can be..."
"I know, I know..." Cornell said pondering towards the flowers. His eyebrows creased slightly.
He looked back towards Ada. "I would like to take him with along with me, if that's alright with you?"
"Sure!" Ada said. "That'd be wonderful!"
Cornell got up and stretched. The extended claws on his fingers made his appearance fiercer than he really was. "Alright then. I should be back within an hour or so."
"That's fine."
Cornell went back to the front of the house and went inside. The Crescent home was cozy, small and modest. The walls were decorated with unique homemade quilts, bursting with creative scenery and designs. Just about all the wooden furniture had a curious design of its own. Cornell put down his sack by the empty fireplace and went to Malus' room, which was also shared with his parents. There on his bed was the boy gazing up at the ceiling. He was slightly tall for a four-year-old, and had neck-length dark blue hair and eyes, mystifying his identity even more.
As Cornell walked in, Malus turned his attention towards him. He sat up and studied his uncle for a moment, before narrowing his eyes and frowning coldly. Even though Malus had never spoken before, Cornell knew what that expression meant.
"Yes, it's me." Cornell said with a smile. "Hello, Malus."
Malus continued to glare at Cornell. He translated that too.
"I'm here to take you outside. It's quite nice. You would enjoy the sunshine and fresh air."
The boy turned his head and stared at his pillow.
"You've been inside all week. That's not a good thing for a young child such as yourself."
Malus got up and ran. Before he could get past Cornell, he was scooped up and lifted onto Cornell's shoulders, who started out the door.