Enjoy some past from the centaurs and some information you need to know.

Chapter 19

'They did it! You said they wouldn't, you lied to us yes you did. Now they will never leave!'

'Shut up! Remember the last time they did this? Horrible things happened to those who knew, it's not our job here, not at all. Fate will get rid of these boys, just like the last time this happened.'

'If it doesn't?'

'Then we have the girl! Now leave us alone, we need to think…'

In a small town long, long ago, there was a small town just starting up. It was placed in the woods, a far walk away from any city nearby. As the town was new, and houses were still being made, the one and only church banded together to build a small park for the children as to have them being watched over by the nuns and not be in the way of the men who were building the homes and stores.

The children loved the playground, the loved the small slide that the nuns worked for days filling down so it was smooth. They loved the small grassy field they had and could play hide and seek in without being told to be closer to home. Yet most of all, they loved the carousel which took the longest to build. The centaurs which the nuns modeled after the most handsome men in their town, represented everything the young children wanted to be.

Yet the monsters scared the children, and they whispered behind tiny fingers stories that the other children made about how they stole children out of their bed at night, and how the creatures that were not the centaurs would hurt them if they even got close. And so the children never came near the monsters of the carousel, fearing that they might be hurt in unimaginable ways if they so much as touched the creatures. As soon as those tales were whispered, there were whispers about how the centaurs were sent down by heaven, just to protect them.

One small boy, who was known for being very professional and kept to himself, was bombarded by the other children to join in the games and play with them instead of helping out his family finish the last details of their house. His mother unwillingly let him go, as the child was known for being sick quite often.

He played with the others, and for once the children saw him smile, and they saw him laugh and play and blush around a girl, and it was the most fun that the small boy ever had. By far though, his favorite thing was riding on the carousel. He would have to be persuaded off the ride, with offers of sweets and other games to play.

When the day was beginning to yawn and parents came to collect their children, the small boy refused to get off his centaur, having heard the stories the other children whisper, he was convinced the only place he would ever be safe is with the centaurs themselves. His mother offered sweets, and everything under the sun, but still this small boy with his black robes and hat with golden hair, refused to budge.

It wasn't until a nun came and offered him one last ride, one that she said would protect him for the night that he agreed to get off. She started the ride, and the carousel started its music and moving in the same way that it always had before.

Yet something was different. The carousel grew faster than its normal speed, but it didn't go abnormally fast. The nun in charge noticed, but didn't say anything. The ride ended too soon for the small boys taste, who was clinging to his centaur.

He moved to get off, but he swore that the wood underneath his small hands moved, and that the voice talked to him. In a panic, he threw himself off the centaur, falling with a crash onto the dirt before the carousel truly stopped. He was screaming at the top of his lungs, his mother rushing to his side.

"It talked! It talked!"

A large snapping noise sounded, everyone froze, except the small boy who was wailing on the dirt. The noise was too like gunfire, too close to a small object that took so many lives. Yet too late, they realized it was something else entirely.

The snapping noise which froze almost everyone was the sound of the wooden beam, which held the centaur in place, breaking at the top. With no more support to keep it in place, the centaur toppled over, and fell to the ground. right where a small boy pushed himself too moments before.

"Mamma-"

Silence.

An earth shattering scream rocked through the small park, and a woman staggered forward, already sobbing, to try to raise the wooden beast off her son. She wasn't strong enough, and she could barely lift it an inch off her son. Then more and more people came, and the wooden beast was lifted off and to the side.

A mother grasped her son, and held him tightly to where he wouldn't have been able to breathe, if he had been breathing.

'Remember what happened before, and the same fate shall fall to the stupid boys as well. They don't know what they're dealing with.'

'Nothing lasts forever, what if that was just a fluke.'

'It wasn't! It can't be, we shall live, and we will be the ones loved, finally after all these years, we will be the ones who are loved.'

The boys left once the sun hit the sky, realizing that they had been there much longer than they meant to. Families were more than likely worrying, and school was still going to go ahead as scheduled the next day, and they still had homework. It nearly drove them to tears as they walked away, wanting nothing more to run back and stay with their centaurs for as long as they could.

Once they left, the centaurs began a talk of their very own.

"I don't think they should leave," Ludwig voiced. There were murmured agreements to his statement.

"Remember what happened last time someone spoke up? Elizabeta just had to speak up and try to comfort that boy," Arthur growled. Gilbert winced at the mention of who used to be his best friend.

"That wasn't her fault!" Gilbert almost screamed in defense.

"How do you know something like that won't happen to them as well?" Arthur shot back.

Gilbert, nor anyone else had an answer. They couldn't leave their place, bound to it forever by some magic that even they couldn't explain. Elizabeta's fall proved that to them. They wouldn't be able to do anything to help their new found companions even if they did get out. Yet at the same time, they didn't even know if it was the fall itself that killed Elizabeta, or the fact that after she had fallen, the men took her and burned her to a crisp, in the memory of the poor boy.

Together, their eyes were all drawn to the same place. The place where a small unmarked grave lay, the grave of a child whose life was taken much too early.

Tada sadness! And by the way, if you haven't figured it out, the small boy was Holy Roman Empire.

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