The heaven started to cry. Tears fell from the sky. Ciel opened his eyes. He's filled with those feelings again- Pain. Alone. Unaccompanied. Abandoned. All of these crushed into his heart. The wind begun to howl, almost gashing against his young soft pale skin. There's no one for him but his wound and ragged clothe. And he was dripping, soaking in wet while grieving as the heaven seems to weep with him. They have thrown him. It's something he should've expected. That duchess never liked him anyway nor his father ever acknowledged his existence. His heart beat faster, his breathing become heavier. His head achingly throbbed. The pain was becoming overwhelming, overpowering his thin strength. Before he could passed out, he chanted another magic so he could be teleported but to no avail, he stumbled down and got another bruises.
I felt someone shaking my shoulders while I was sound asleep. I moaned in irritation. "Five minutes", I requested. But I felt someone leaped onto my bed and tickled my sensitive spots. I can't keep myself but to gasp and laugh as this person roamed herhand over my body, her lips frequently touched his cheek. I opened my eyes and met a dark blue eyes of a young woman that compliments her silver hair. "Mom.."
He felt a soft and wet cloth touches his lips. He opened his crimson eyes and the light almost blind him. "You're dripping and soaking in wet! What're you thinking?", the old lady asked. "Good thing the professor was able to see you", the lady added. Her eyes begun to be teary. Then Ciel felt his hand being held in such delicate manner. He reached out and traced the gentle hand against the old lady's cheek. He couldn't help but to smile genuinely.
The old lady, Morticia looked at the young boy lying on the bed, His eyes looked so sincere but unknown, unfamiliar and seeking. 'How could this poor boy ended up in such state?'
Next to the lady, he saw a man who is around his early twenties possessed golden eyes. His long hair was freely laid down. The man was wearing a faux fur hooded red robe and holding a.. seems like a scepter. A curved in the man's lips was formed. His heart begun to leap. He blinked. How could his heart beats that way?
"Dwight", he said. "My name is Dwight. I felt a powerful mana was draining when I saw you."
"Ciel", he replied, "My sincerest thanks to you. How should I call you and the lady? Where am I?"
"There's nothing to be afraid of Master Ciel. Dwight is one of the powerful professor in this school. You're in the hidden school of mages, Ciel", Morticia answered.