This story is about a boy named Ceaon who is given the gift (!curse!) of obedience and truthful questions from Lucinda because she decides that all boys should have this gift because of an unpleasant interaction with a baby boy earlier on.

Well anyway, here is my story

Chapter 1

Patricia Stewards sat up heavily, grasping her husband's hand. She smiled happily at her beautiful son, who she held in her hands. Patricia had been kept up all night, having her very first child.

Looking up at her dear husband, Judean, she exclaimed, her eyes glittering, "So what should we name him, dear?" Judean grinned slightly then moaned playfully, "Not this again, I mean after a year you still haven't found a name for him?" Patricia laughed softly, like bells, and then leaned back and answered, " Of course I have."

She looked down at her son and smiled. The Baby's sea-colored eyes shone brightly on his face. Patricia sighed happily then said, "I was thinking about Jacob, what do you think dear?" Judean groaned, "Now honey, I know you love that name but our son must be different than all the stuck up snobs and higher rank servants-If you'll excuse me-"

Patricia thought of the up coming life for her son and sighed. She worked as a lowly servant in the castle ruled by King Rupert, Queen Primia, and their three sons, while her husband worked as a maker of fine armor and weapons.

Judean brought her back by exclaiming, "How about Ceaon!" Patricia was aghast, Ceaon? She looked up and opened her mouth to fight back, but was quickly stopped by the dreamy look in her husband's eyes. Dreamily he stated, "You know, its ocean mixed around. Doesn't his eyes look spectacularly alike too it?"

Patricia had to nod. Looking sleepily at her husband she muttered, "I give up…" before peacefully falling to sleep. Judean smiled at his wife and took little Ceaon into his hands. Setting Ceaon in his elfin made crib, Judean pulled back the curtains. Looking at the sunniest day they had had in months…….

--- Next day ---

Judean stirred to a loud, "Whhhhhahaaaaaaa…." Judean nearly jumped out of bed. Hopefully his wife had not been awakened by Ceaon. Putting his shirt on he practically flew to the next room, to find Patricia cuddling the baby.

"Patricia, I told you to go to rest." Patricia gave Judean exasperated glare, "Honey, I can't just leave him crying like that." Judean took Ceaon from Patricia and led her to her bed, but just as Patricia was settled the room started to shake and a loud –pop- was heard, sending smoke everywhere.

When the all the smoke had slowly drifted out the open window, there was a fairy standing in the middle of the room. Judean stared in shock at the fairy. He knew she must be a fairy because she had tiny feet. The fairy struck a pose, but when she saw the two people staring at her she demanded, "What?" then exclaimed, "Is there something on my shirt?" Patricia recovered first, "No, no I was just wondering, what might you be doing here?"

Instead of answering the question the fairy looked at the baby that was gently held in Judean's clasp. Horrified the fairy exclaimed, "It's a boy!" Judean's mouth fell open then stated, "Of course it's a boy. What did you expect, a frog? Who are you and what do you want?" Easily the fairy replied, "My name is Lucinda, and I am going to give your, lovely… baby a gift."

Lucinda grabbed Ceaon at arms length and stated dully, "I give you the gift of obedience and of answering questions truthfully, so that at least you might grow up to be a nice boy." Horrified Patricia screamed, "nooooo…" but it was too late. A purple glow surrounded Ceaon and he was transported to his crib, where Judean ran to hold him.

Lucinda sneered, "Hope he has a nice life….", then disappeared. Patricia and Judean lived with the horrible curse on their son for several years, although Ceaon got it slightly easier than any of the other boys because of his status as servant. He would have had to obey anyway, even if he didn't have the curse.

--- 12 years later ---

Ceaon was a skinny boy as he wasn't fed very well and the only think he liked about himself were his piercing blue eyes and spiky blond hair. He absolutely despised his name. Personally, he would have liked Jacobe better…his mother had told him everything…

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Ceaon woke up suddenly and sat up. What had awoken him? Yawning, he turned his face to the side and nearly jumped. Right next to his ear was a robin. "Tweet….tweet," the sing-song voice of the robin called to him. Ceaon giggled when the robin sat on his stomach and Ceaon changed to bird speech, "Dorasle, what a good surprise, how is Mrs. S?""She's fine. I came by to tell you that it's holiday time again." Ceaon sighed then mumbled, "Already! I could have sworn that it happened a year ago."

Dorasle laughed, or as well as a robin could, "It was a year ago you nuttwit. It happens every year." Ceaon picked the robin up and went to the open window. Letting Dorasle fly away he said, "Goodbye Dorasle, have a good migration." As the bright red dot flew away, Ceaon leaned on his hand -he hated winter-. All his animal friends were migrating, what they called holiday time, or sleeping away and the lake was frozen and no swimming was available to him.

A loud bell rang, pulling him out of his sad thoughts. At least Dammion, his only human pal, stayed during the long winter. Again the bell rang signaling that he was late to servant duty. Ceaon slipped on the loose shirt and pants, that were the servants uniform, then he splashed his face with cold water and raced downstairs, hoping to meet his mother or Dammion before having to get everything ready for the new guests that would be arriving from Kyrria.

Ceaon was a fast runner and soon he arrived at the servant's dining hall. Ceaon dashed in and nearly bumped into Dammion who was exiting at that moment. Apparently Dammion had been carrying a large basket of clothes and it fell like confetti all around them. Blushing with embarrassment, Ceaon mumbled, "Sorry," before scrambling to put everything back together. Dammion appeared to be very cheerful and said, "No matter whatsoever," Excitedly Dammion continued, "Guess what!"

Ceaon raised an eyebrow, then followed Dammion to the laundry room. Dammion exploded and said, "King Char, Queen Ella, there two sons and their daughter…are coming to the palace for a year and for the first time!" Ceaon then understood, that was why everyone was so excited about these guests.

Ceaon spoke up, "Did you check the chart for duties today? I dreadfully hope I don't have to serve that awful count. You know he made me make his bed three times before it was perfect."

Dammion laughed, "Nah, I got scrubbing duty for the guests rooms and you got….." Dammion hesitated and Ceaon got scared for a moment, "You got…… Lady Danielle." Ceaon groaned, "Shoot, she's going t-" Ceaon stopped when Dammion exploded into laughter. Ceaon knew he had been tricked again.

"Whom do I really have then?" he asked. Dammion dumped the rest of the clothes into the basket then answered, "You get to help accompany the archers for two hours, then you come and scrub the dining hall with me." Ceaon sighed with relief then pumped the air with his hand and exclaiming, "Yes!"

Dammion waved a longing goodbye to Ceaon and disappeared up the staircase. Ceaon was glad; the archers were on of the easiest jobs there was to do. Making sure no one was about he sat on the rail, like if he was on a horse, then slid down, trying not to laugh with joy.

Ceaon skidded forward then realized he would surely be late if he didn't hurry. Running as fast as he could Ceaon finally caught the archers as they started to walk towards the fields. As he arrived a man shouted, "Hey look, water boy has arrived." Ceaon waved and stood next to a man waiting for a command.

The group walked for a while, chatting pleasantly. When they arrived at the grounds Ceaon sat next to the archers, and watched them commence their shooting. "Twang…" Ceaon followed another arrow…Bullseye. When the whistle blew, Ceaon raced to the arrows and pulled them all of the board. After handing them to the owner, Ceaon raced to the next, and the next, and the next, till he was exhausted with all the running. Slowly jogging back, Ceaon recognized the archer; he was always bullying him, for being a lower class. Ceaon carefully reached the man and was about to put the arrows in the pot when the archer tripped him, getting a laugh out of all the men who were watching.

Painfully, Ceaon picked himself up and put the arrows into the pot. As he walked back, the bully slapped at his bare legs with his bow. The stinging began but Ceaon ignored it. He would not show this bully the satisfaction of winning. Head held high, Ceaon walked back to his sitting spot, where he blinked hard several times.

The shooting went through three more times, were Ceaon was thoroughly abused by the mean archer. Finally, near the last few minutes, a kind man, Sir Rodolf, called Ceaon up. Uncertainly Ceaon walked to the man. As the other archers drank some water, Sir Rodolf said, "Would you like to learn the basics of bowing?" Ceaon gaped at the man, then, remembering his manners, he bowed and said, "Yes please!" "Alright, first you must hold your bow…" After explaining everything carefully Sir Rodolf said, "Stand up now."

The familiar spark of magic and before the pain started, Ceaon clambered up. Sir Rodolf handed Ceaon a slightly smaller bow and showed him how to hold it. Nodding, Ceaon held the bow carefully and put the arrow in position. Sir Rodolf said, "Hold the bow properly." Ceaon tried shifting his position, but soon felt the pain slowly fill him.

Ceaon squeaked, "How, sir?" Sir Rodolf touched Ceaon and put him in the right position, Ceaon sighed with relief, as the pain stopped. "Good, now try shooting." Ceaon pulled back the string as far as it would go then released. The arrow did a weird flop then fell to the ground; red with embarrassment Ceaon picked the arrow up and tried to block the laughs of the other men out of his head.

Sir Rodolf laughed then said, "That happened my first time too." Ceaon turned with amazement, "You joke?" Sir Rodolf shook his head then said, "All right, try that again." Sir Rodolf helped Ceaon step by step, and two hours later (Ceaon had missed his lunch) Ceaon could hit the target. Thanking the man over and over again, Ceaon escaped to his next assignment, with Dammion.

After arriving in the main hall Ceaon grabbed a mop and went as close to Dammion as he could get. "Dammion." Dammion turned his head at the noise, and soon they were both talking away about what had happened. They only parted when another servant realized they had been cleaning the same tile for over an hour. Despite Dammion's saying that it was the shiniest tile in the room, they were separated.

Later, Ceaon was glad to have been excused from the cleaning, but they were now stuck in classes until dinner. Ceaon shook Dammion awake; he was drooling on his desk. Apparently both boys agreed completely that classes were stupid. At the moment both were stuck in writing and reading class. Dammion and Ceaon knew how to do both. Soon Ceaon grew tired and started aimlessly doodlin all over the notebook in front of him and Dammion fell asleep again.

An hour later Ceaon and Dammion were able to eat dinner which they enjoyed immensely after the hard day. Ceaon lugged back to the room that he slept in with some other boys and to his surprise, he found his mother. "Mother, I've missed you, how are you?" Patricia looked worse for the wear with her baggy clothes and tired face.

"Just fine dear." she absentmindedly said. Ceaon hugged her. "Dear, how was your day?" "Oh it was great, Mother," Ceaon exclaimed, "I learned how to use a bow and I even hit the target!" Ceaon beamed proudly at his mother. She grinned back at him then anxiously said, "You didn't get hurt did you?" "Noo…Mother, I'm fine." Patricia tickled her son then hugged him again, "Hon, I want to tell you that your father and I discussed the weapons and we have decided that your father is going to teach you to ride a horse, although I know that you can, and use a sword, and much more." Ceaon danced a happy jig, then exclaimed, "But when will I have time mother?"

Patricia laughed at his disappointed face and said, "Not to worry, dear, we have it all planned out. After dinner you meet your father outside by the stables and you stay for an hour together." A happy Ceaon went to bed that night and slept peacefully next to his friend, Dammion.

--- Next Day ---

Ceaon slowly woke to the blasting of trumpets. Ceaon got out of bed and shivered as his feet touched the cold ground. After slipping on his uniform, Ceaon splashed some water over his face to realize. He usually woke up to the sound of bells not trumpets! They must signal the arrival of the Queen and King of Kyrria. Ceaon looked around to find most of the boys tiredly rubbing their eyes and getting dressed.

Dammion was still in bed and not moving. Ceaon jumped on his bed, startling Dammion awake, "Owwww… what'ya do that for?" Ceaon exclaimed, "The guests are arriving!" Dammion was not a morning person but Ceaon was. Dammion mumbled something. Ceaon looked around, most of the others were alert and were now checking the list of what they had to do for the day.

Then most left in a rush, others sulkily stalked out, not having a good job. Ceaon, grinning evilly grabbed a bowl of water and splashed it onto Dammion. The icy cold water made Dammion jump out of bed and shake himself like a dog. Ceaon ignored the cursing of his friend and checked the list. Running a finger down he spotted his name. He had the stables today and so did Dammion!

Turning around he exclaimed, "Dammion, we got the horses today!" Dammion grumbled, "Guess that makes up for that horrible wake up." Together they exited the dorm and found themselves facing the three rows of staircases, grinning evilly both boys looked at each other then grabbed a railing and raced down. Ceaon arrived first and skidded for a while before bashing straight into a boy that was about the same age as him and was wearing servant clothes. "I'm so sorry!" gasped Ceaon, "Are you all right?"

The boy was silent for a while, then answered, "It's all right. I'm fine." Dammion joined Ceaon and Ceaon asked, "Excuse me, but I haven't seen you around the castle?" The boy seemed to struggle about something then he said, "My uncle works here and I recently came." Dammion introduced them, "Well, I'm Dammion, and he is Ceaon, nice to meet you." Dammion put out his hand that the boy shook uncertainly.

Finally the boy said, "My name is….P- Edward." Ceaon nodded then said, "Well we'd love to talk but we got to go work, we've lagged long enough." Edward nodded then said, "Do you mind if I come with you?" Dammion frowned; he didn't really trust this guy. Ceaon answered, "Well, don't you have your own job?" Dammion looked at Edward closely. The boy got slightly whiter. "Well.. you see… t-they said since it's my first day, I don't have to work… Yes, that's it." Dammion could obviously see that was a lie, but apparently Ceaon was thick headed and he said, "Sure, follow us."

Ceaon walked for a little with both boys trailing behind him. Ceaon spotted Dammion glaring at Edward, and he vaguely wondered why. Ceaon broke the silence, "Have you seen the newcomers, Edward?" He seemed to have startled Edward but Edward answered quickly, "Well, no, I haven't, actually." Dammion glared at Edward then said, "I bet those nobles are all selfish and mean, just like the rest of them." Ceaon added, "Too right Dammion, too right." Edward added, when Ceaon looked at him, "I guess, but some can be good." "Pfff… those nobles are all the same, get me this, get me that, prepare my shoes," Dammion took on a high squeaky voice.

Ceaon giggled, "Imagine if we were to leave them alone in the forest. I bet they wouldn't last the night!" both Dammion and Ceaon started laughing, but Edward's face darkened and he fell silent. When the three boys had reached the stable; Ceaon grabbed a brush and started calmly but firmly brushing a dark horse, while Dammion grabbed a rake and started cleaning the opposite stall.

Edward stood, wondering what to do. Ceaon realized that Edward was just standing there a moment later, raising an eyebrow he said, "Well, aren't you going to do something?" Edward's head raised slightly and proudly then he said, "Of course, but I was just wondering what I should do first." Dammion spoke, "How about you feed the horses." Edward answered, "Sure." Ceaon pointed out which was the food bucket and told Edward exactly how much to put.

Edward picked up some hay and plopped it in front of all the horses, glad that he had an easy job. When all three boys had finished their tasks, Ceaon then put in new hay for the horses to stand on, Dammion cleaned the tack, and once again Edward didn't know what to do. "Let's see, Ed, you can…. I know, clean the horses' feet."

Ceaon picked up a pointy thingy and handed it to Edward who held it curiously. Ceaon went back to work. Edward entered a stall and tried to get the horse to lift up his leg. Five minutes later Edward was thoroughly mad at the stupid horse. This time Dammion asked Edward, "What's the matter now?" Angry, Edward yelled, "The stupid horse won't lift its foot."

Dammion showed Edward exactly how to do it then asked, "Haven't you already done this before, I mean, being a servant? We always learn that as a basic."

Edward angrily said, "Well, my sister is the good one at this, I hate animals!" Ceaon entered. He seemed a little angry, but coolly he asked, "Oh and why do you hate animals?" "Because, they're stupid, idiotic and brutal," Edward yelled. Ceaon leaned against the side, trying to recover his calm, finally he whispered angrily, "Well animals are worth ten times more than you."

Ceaon stormed back to another stall where he got some horses got frightened. Dammion glared at Edward and said, "What did you do that for? Ceaon loves animals, he has a special bond with them." Edward groaned. Already he was losing the only people that he could have a normal conversation with. Dammion then glared venomously at Edward and stormed off to talk to Ceaon.

Edward grabbed the horse's leg angrily and tried to pick it up. Apparently the horse could feel his disgust at him and anger. Edward tried pulling one more time, then yelled at the horse, "Get your stupid leg up." The horse slammed his hooves into Edward's side. Edward flew to the ground. Little stars floated around and Edward grabbed his side. Pain flashed through him as he touched his hurt side.

Edward lay there for a while before he felt a boy pulling him up. Edward stood up dizzily and stared back at the anxious face of Ceaon, "Are you alright?" "I'll live," Edward mumbled, embarrassment making his face turn slightly pink. Ceaon would have loved to leave the selfish boy alone, for hurting his animals, but he knew that Edward might be hurt badly.

Dragging Edward outside, he pushed Edward to the ground and a few minutes later brought back Dammion who was slightly annoyed at having to heal the person that had hurt his best friend. "Dammion is very good at healing, but it might hurt." Ceaon explained.

Dammion knelt beside Edward and said, "Take off your shirt." Edward pulled his shirt off one handed and Dammion grabbed it and ripped it to pieces. Looking up, Dammion said, "Ceaon, get some water." Ceaon felt the twang of magic and quickly got up to get some of the water inside the stables. When he got back Dammion cleaned the bruise and tied the strips of shirt onto Edward, who then sat up and leaned against a tree. The three boys sat in silence for a while then Edward turned to Ceaon and said, "Sorry for hurting your feelings, and thank you, both of you, for helping me."

Ceaon sat silently, for a while (He wasn't one to talk). "I'll go get our lunch, that Megan packed," Dammion said. Ceaon exclaimed, "Yes please, I'm starved!" Edward grinned, his stomach grumbling, Ceaon and Edward laughed heartily. Soon all three boys were eating there lunch silently, but rapidly.

Ceaon was the first to notice with his great hearing. "Someone's coming," Ceaon said warily. As all three boys squinted to see who was approaching, Ceaon saw a girl (twelve years old?), wearing men's clothing and riding freely on a beautiful, pure unicorn, with no saddle or bridle; her hair all over the place. Ceaon stared in wonder at the girl and her unicorn. Edward grinned, as he recognized his sister, while Dammion opened his mouth to yell about the upcoming barrier.

Ceaon watched the girl approach the barrier at full speed and gracefully the unicorn left the ground, landing perfectly on the other side. The unicorn slowly dropped to a trot, then started walking towards them. Painfully, Edward stood up and shouted, "Mel!" The girl jumped off easily and led the unicorn to them. Edward raced up to the girl and whispered something to her, that neither Dammion nor Ceaon could hear.

Mel walked up and introduced herself. Her beautiful voice seemed to sing, "My name is Melissa, and I'm guess you've met my annoying twin brother Edward." Edward poked her in the stomach and said, "I am not annoying." Melissa nodded knowingly and said, "No...no of course not. You're just a prat."

Dammion stood up and introduced them. " I'm Dammion and he's Ceaon and-" the tower bell rang signaling class time for younger servants. Ceaon continued, "and we're going to be late for class, so I guess we'll see you tomorrow, Edward, Melissa" The two boys ran off to spend the next two hours studying about useless languages.

Meanwhile Edward turned to Melissa and said, "Just please promise not to tell them about me being the prince. They would probably hate me forever." Princess Melissa raised an eyebrow and said, "They wouldn't hate you." Edward, or Prince Edward, shook his head, "They would, I heard them talking about nobles." Prince Edward sighed and plopped on the ground. Princess Melissa quietly said, "They would hate you more for not telling them." With those words, Princess Melissa walked to the stables, leaving Prince Edward to think for himself….

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Well, hope you liked this chapter!