Finally! I got to a computer. Thank the loving god for colleges, even though they're big money eaters lol. I'm sorry to inform you but my laptop is broken so it'll be hard to post new chapters every week but I'll see what I can do.
So far the second chapter was a little hard because I couldn't practice every day like I used too, so I have to learn the old fashion way…using plain old boring notebook paper. XP
Well please enjoy
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Mustafio's P.O.V.
The air around me felt unsteady, of hot and moistures. My throat felt clough and close, it was so hard breathe. It was like learning take in air for the first time. My head felt dizzy as my mind was spinning. "Oh mios, what happen? Why do I feel like some heavy chica had crushes me while holding hot torchas? Ugh mama. I never felt so sore in my life. Loco Prince and his loco fire powers."
"Why do I feel so sore?" Mustafio grunted out.
In the royal throne room Flame Prince was looking at a sub-conscious fire cat call a Flambit, a common creature that lives in the fire kingdom. He saw its head swayed in dizziness and light-headiness. The prince thought maybe he was a little too rough on the ghost but he passes the thought since the deal already happen.
"So…how do you feel, ghost?" the prince asked in little concern.
The Prince sees the ghost, now a Flambit use his paws to rub and smooth his flaming head. Its tail twitches in agitation while his dark black-blue flame sparks and sizzle on the earth beneath him. The Prince thought curiously at the sight "what a strange un-usual flare color for a Flambit…most I know only burn yellow or orange but black!? Hmph. Its suit him… or it, or whatever "it" or "he" is." the Prince felt irk involving the ghost suppose gender, he thinks it's a male…He thinks.
"Ugh, niño..." Mustafio gets up to moved around, trying to get use to the sudden change his body just experience, it was different, like he was a new person. Everything felt hot, tingly, and whole. He opens his eyes to observe his surroundings. It was newly strange, seeing things in a new light and…new heights? He chokes a bit trying to get his breathing patterns in place.
Wait…breathing?
Now realizing it Mustafio did felt he wasn't…Mustafio. Did that make sense? Something seems different to him like his body didn't feel…empty, no, his body felt like it was not-empty, More like…alive.
…Alive?
Mustafio quickly sat down to move his paw towards his chest, expecting nothing. He waited for a few second for his chest to settle and his mind to clear, and then it happens…
"Thump, Thump, Thump."
Wait! Was that…a heartbeat? Impossible, how can this happen? He felt his chest again.
"Thump, Thump, Thump."
There's it was again, that same rhythm heartbeat. It thumped and pumped in his chest over and over again. This must be a dream, this had to be a dream. There's no way Mustafio could be…alive again. It's been hundreds years since Mustafio been alive, in all those years he been a lost soul, forever to wander in the world of the living, never to ascend to heaven or hell. He was trapped forever in the life as a ghost but now that didn't matter anymore.
He was alive again.
While Mustafio was in a surprise state, the Flame Prince gaze at black flame cat, turns and leaves. The Prince sees that the ghost might need time to himself to grow use to his new appearance and body so in the meantime he'll go try to find his mother.
The prince waltz around trying to remember where was the kindle room, a place where the sick and injures go to heal and rest, and for the love of the Prince he could not find this damned place. He searches through each hall. Pass the dungeons, pass the battlefields, pass his old room, and pass the royal gardens but still nothing. The Prince was about to get fed up with this searching.
"Oh. My. Freaking. Firedogs where is that kindle? I search everywhere for this room. The docks, my mother's room, my room." He made an angry sigh as his hand made its way to his head, a headache was coming and that's not what he needs right now. "by the fire gods, where is this infernal room?" he ask to himself.
After an eternally of walking which was really 20 minute of searching the Prince losing patience was fueling his frustrations. Where was this room? The Prince was starting to think he'll never find this room, I mean he was imprison in the lamp for some time now, maybe his mother moved the room somewhere else that he doesn't know. She probably moves it somewhere where a lot of injuries happen on common grounds. Which is mostly the throne room.
And at that thought he remembers. The remembering came to him like someone just drop-slap him from the sky. When he knows the location of the room the Prince let out a frustrated grunt.
The kindle was next to the Throne room…damn.
The Prince made an instant fast sprint back to the main hall which is like five halls away.
When he finally got back to the throne room and ran pass the entrance he head down the other hall. There was only one room there.
"If only I choose right, ughs great my mom probably dead and turn to ashes, hmph." He stroll through entrance of the room and made a beeline to the royal healing chambers. Only him and his mother can only rest there since they are the only royals in the fire kingdom.
When he finally reach the royal healing chambers his eye immediately gaze upon his mother resting on her bed, coated in the highest class silk covers, even the pillows looks rich. The Prince glance sadly at his poor "decease" mother, he must a been too late.
"Oh Mom, even in death you go down in high class, such a bitchy mother. You probably made the servants suffers too, may your evil-harpy soul burn in peace." He pulls a chair close he mother bed and sit next to her while holding her hand.
"I promise you mom, this candy prince will pay for your sickness and death." He lay his head down on the edge of his mother's bed and think to himself. One silent tear secretly fall from his eye as he quietly curse himself for his mother death.
"I'm so sorry Mom."
"Sorry for what, my son?"
The Prince sub-consciously answer with knowing "for what happen five years ago." He said.
"Vuvu please, what I tell you about mourning in the past."
The Prince holds his breath to think "When its burn to ash, it's in the past but when it burn inflame you gain in strength." He quotes on his past teachings.
"That's my Vuvu." The Prince soon feels someone hand rubbing his head tenderly, it smoothed his headache and made him feel relax.
"Yeah, mom always to-…What the Firedogs!" The Prince lift his head up quickly and his eyes were instantly meet with a smile that always make his head ache. But for the first time in his life his head didn't ache, nope it felt relieve. "Mom!... let me guess, you were asleep." He asked in knowing, quickly slapping a few tears away that were falling from his eyes.
His mother nodded "yes my son, and might I say, you looked very cute crying with your head down, wailing over me." She gave a sinister happy smile.
"Mom, the servant wouldn't cried over you. I won't cry over you. No one will cried over you…except Firo, he always cried for anything." He gave a smirk, happy to see his mother not actually dead.
The Queen Chuckles at her son's "suppose uncaringness" "yes, yes. Any more lies my son."
"Well ther-"
"Never mind you and your problem as if it matters. What's more important is me. Vulkken can you believe these servants, these low-lives."
"Mom, I was saying-"
"Oh Vulkken, it's a shame you have to see your own mother like this, resting here in this flea market room. This bed is like a bird nest…create by dogs. Vuvu can you believe these servants? They wanted me, ME their Queen to drink some pointless liquid call 'Med-dice sin—"
"Mom! its pronounced Me-dic-cine and duh, they give it to you TO HEAL and get better." The prince interrupts, getting fed up with his mom interruptions.
The queen scoffs "Vuvu Please, your mommy is talking, hush now, and can't you bel-lieve these common dwarfs—."
"Mom, "I" can't believe yo-."
"Lord Fire Gods please help these servants before "I" kill them." The Queen pray exaggerated. The prince hold his breath in aggravation, he look like he was about to kill his mother. He wanted to strangle her so badly but resist the urge. How he had ever survived her annoying lectures and gossips, he wonders.
"Mom…"he said annoyed
"And I'm sick like a low class common dog, I feel awful." She rants on. She grabs her son's head and rubs, the Prince was annoyed by this "Mom…"
"And my beautiful flaming allure is gone, now I look like a burn out candle, from a ancient store." She continues to go on.
The Prince harshly moves his mother arm off his head "Mom…MOM!"
"AND they had the nerve to cover me in these nasty rags." She said dramatically.
Flame prince pouted out angrily as he flops back on his chair and eyed his overly exaggerated mother. Her complaining in general can put anyone in mental agony, he's surprise his mind is still intact. Her insight on her condition was overstated. Covered in high class flame proof silk, crafted by the most skilled clothiers, and brought expensive rare volcanic Gala Spiders webs. His mother is so ungrateful, so arrogant, and so malicious.
All of a sudden, the Queen asks her son a random but precise question "By the way Vuvu…how are you here and not in the lamp?"
The Prince was not listening because his head was still in fury from his Queen, so the only replied she got from her son was "Huh?"
Anger by her son not seriously paying attention, she kind of nicely she ask again, but her replied this time was just silence.
Moreover, the Queen hates her son's silence.
Getting angry from her son disrespectfulness, the Queen of the fire kingdom glare evilly at her son.
"Vulkken." She said sinisterly "I'm talking to you, your mommy is speaking."
Flame Prince's annoy fits were broken when hearing his mother's dark ice-cold voice, but he still didn't want to listen as he answer "…yes mom…" he said with no feeling.
The Queen calm a bit when she got her Prince attention "How did you got out?" The Queen asks again, curiously.
"Out of what?"
"THE LAMP YOU HELL CHILD!" she yelled at her imprudent son. The Prince flinches at her voice.
"I-I fell out." he stuttered. Not wanting to tell his mother he made a deal with some random Ghost. She'll lecture him about being naïve and weak minded making deals with ghosts. "uhh I kept moving and thrashing to tip the lamp." He lied. He mindly kicked himself for making such an excuse.
"You fell?" The Queen said, not believing what her son told her "son, I don't believe you " her son held his breath "but, however you got out…I'm glad…I didn't want you to be alone when I burn out."
The prince moans again at his mother dramaticness "oh mom stop, you're not going to die…your just sick" he closes his eyes "just really sick in the head."
"No Vulkken, I'm serious."
Flame prince looks at his mother and sees she face, instead seeing royal and pride it show hopelessness and sorrow "so she is serious" he thought.
The Queen reach for her son's hand , when she took it she smile at how much it grown since the last time she held her son's hand "Listen my son, your mother is dying, and soon you'll will be the next heir to the throne so…all I ask is for you to be strong, like me and your father…before he died." Her eyes started to water.
The Prince couldn't believe what his ears. His mother dying? He mother was dying. He couldn't believe it, no. He never will. His mom is dying, did it had to be her. Yeah she evil and she make servants wish they were dead, but she still his mother. In under all that evil and malicious is a soft loving woman who means the world to her son, even if he doesn't' admit it.
Something inside Flame Prince something snap, he couldn't take it. Seeing his mother crying did not help him neither. He didn't want to see his mother die, not like this. He went out the room in a haste paste, ignoring his mother's pleas. He needed to get out of the palace before he blows it up. He his mother dies then so does his sanity.
He walked back at the palace room looking for the Ghost.
"GHOST!" he yelled out, he looked around for the flambit but he sees the ghost wasn't there.
The Prince wonders. Where the Ghost? He didn't feel like looking for the cat so he casually went outside the palace, to his luck the ghost-cat was at the entrance.
When he first step outside the palace he was greet by the beauty of the stars. He first look up at them as they shine in the dark skies, how he miss the stars. They shine and glitter as minutes goes by.
"Beautiful, isn't it Fueguito?" The Prince nodded at the ghost's questions.
"Tell me something Ghost. Today I thought I was going to be trapped in that lamp forever but…here I am. Staring these stars. Their so beautiful but this Fire Prince heart grows heavy. My mother is dying and no one is being punished for it." Mustafio see the Prince face held an expression he all too familiar with, it remind him of his younger days. His expression shows calmness but his eyes show grief and anger.
"But before I ask, what is your name?" The Prince ask calmly to the cat.
The flame cat smiles at the prince "Mustafio Fuego, I'm a ghost wizard…well I was a ghost wizard."
Flame prince nodded.
"Hmph, Mustafio, fine. I'm still going to call Ghost , it suit you." The Prince close his eyes "tell me, where does this Prince Gumball lives?"
The wizard answer his question "hmm, he lives here." with a wave of his paw he made a small picture appear by his magic. It showed a land of round happiness and colorful pastries.
"This is candy kingdom, the place where he rules, beautiful eh Fueguito." He said while giving the prince a evil grin.
"Hmph, yeah. Beautiful to burn!" He add as he tightens his fist "I will burn everything he's love and cherish down to the ground." He asks the Mustafio another question "do you know what he looks like?"
"Heh heh, you sound like your mother." The wizard chuckles at the prince distain on his insight. The wizard thinks for a moment, he never saw or met the candy Prince, but he did heard rumors of his appearance "Well Fueguito, I never meet him in person or so, so nada. I don't know." He said simply.
"Ugh, that okay, I'll just burn everything." The prince sinisterly said. He ready his flame and began to fly, he turns to the Mustafio "See ya Ghost, until we meet again."
Watching the prince fly off in the sky leaving a fire light trail behind, he wave his little paw at the farewell prince.
"Oh, we'll meet sooner than later Feuguito."
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Man that was long but I did it :3.
I think I might just leave chapter three the way it is. I'll just fix a few things here and there. So I guess I'll start on chapter four :D
Until then…