„The Host is experiencing happiness. This may lead to an unwanted turn of events. Restarting emotions. Please go to bed, so we can begin.",
Tristan heard Novas voice inside his head. He didn't pay it much attention, because he was chatting with the others.
Later that night, when Tristan was going to bed, he remembered. He was already half asleep and couldn't stop it. He heard Novas voice in his head.
„Starting now."
His vision went black. Then he woke up. He was in the middle of his room. He was on earth. He stood up from his bed. He heard some voices downstairs, so he went down to check it out. What he saw surprised him. He himself was standing at the bottom of the staircase, crying.
Tristan walked down the stairs even more. He now saw what the other Tristan saw. It was his father and his mother. When Tristan saw what his father held in his hand, he got angry. It was an empty bottle of beer. His father was hitting his mother.
Tristan blinked. The picture of his mother slowly faded away and blurred.when his vision got clear again, his father was still there. But instead of his mother, it was a slightly bigger Tristan, that was getting beaten.
Tristans memories came to his mind. The pain went through his body, experiencing it all again made Tristan fall to his knees.
„Why?! Whyyy? Why does this happen to me?", he cried out. Tears flowed down his cheeks.
But then the sadness and grief got replaced by anger, pure anger. He stood up and went to the kitchen. Fortunately he could pick up a knife. When he turned back to his father, he was gone. Instead there was some kind of glowing humanoid in his place.
Tristan knew it. He just knew it. This was the one responsible, responsible for all the misery he went through. His anger grew even more. He grabbed the knife harder and ran towards the figure, ramming his knife right into the middle. The figure made a dull sound. Then it collapsed.
But it wasn't enough, Tristan knew that it wasn't done. He wanted to kill, kill all the people in the so called heaven. Not a single soul up there deserved the life they had. And Tristan personally wanted to change that.
And then everything went black.
„Are you alright my Lord?", he heard a voice.
„Lord Tristan, is everything okay? Are you sick?", the voice asked him.
He opened his eyes. He was back in the palace of Kathul. A maid was looking at him.
„I'm fine.", he said.
„Good. We have prepared a bath for you my Lord.", she said, indicating him to follow her to the bathroom.
He went inside and closed the door. The bath was nice and warm, he felt relaxed after his dream. The torture he went through, he had to revisit some of the worst moments in his life, from his dad beating him, to him getting bullied and getting hit by a truck.
Only thinking of it made anger swell up in him.
After taking his bath, he was ready for breakfast. Christian brought him to the dining room, where he met with the royal family. During breakfast they talked about some stuff. One of the things was Tristan getting to know the city.
Queen Azuki seemed a bit off to him, the cold and calculating eyes, her straight posture, although nothing was wrong with a good posture, she seemed to care about it a bit to much.
She suggested that princess Katherine showed him around. The princess gladly agreed, exchanging a suspicious look with her mother. Though Prince Jakob insisted on coming with them, and then it was decided.
After breakfast, Tristan went to his room, just to relax. Not much later, he heard a knock on his door. It was time to go, Jakob and Katherine were waiting for him. They brought him to a carriage, wich they would use for the day.
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They drove around the city and made some stops.
They went to a market place and to a church. They went to a park. Then they headed towards a fine dining restaurant.
Katherine looked at Jakob. ‚How does he get along with Tristan so well? He is going to ruin my entire plan!', she gritted her teeth. When they entered, they were recognised by a waiter, that was currently serving someone. Excusing himself, he quickly hurried over to the three and bowed.
„Your highness, how may I help you?", he noticed Jakob and bowed again, „it's a delight to have such honourable guests!"
„Table for three.", Katherine ordered.
„Yes of course! Follow me.", the waiter quickly looked around the restaurant and found a table.
Tristan sat down next to the wall and Jakob next to him, whilst Katherine sat opposite of Tristan.
The waiter took their orders for drinks and left. On his way to the kitchen, someone, probably the people he was serving before, stopped him.
„Who do you think is so important, that you have to leave us right away? Don't you know who I am? I could get you fired anytime!", the person didn't seem to be able to see the table with the royalties.
„Excuse me, my Lord but-
The person cut the waiter of, „Nothing excuse me! That is inexcusable! You-
„My Lord I left to serve the royals.", the waiter managed to throw his sentence in.
„Hahah! Royals, good joke. This may be fine dining, but is it that fine? I don't think so!", the person threw the waiter to the ground, who was fortunately not injured much and quickly hurried away.
At that point, Jakob stood up and walked towards the person. Spotting him, the person quickly bowed, „Your highness! What would a person like you do in a restaurant like this? I am sure you deserve better.", the person tried to talk himself nice.
He was a big muscular man with a scar on his face. Probably some kind of gang leader or something.
„Well first I came here to throw you out, but now it seems that you have assaulted an innocent person, wich is a crime. So I will arrest you.", Jakob answered.
Feeling the air tense up, Tristan slowly stood up from his chair.
„Arrest me? For pushing someone? With all due respect, that's bullshit your highness!", the person stood up.
„I don't think I'm going to be arrested.", he said. Then, five other people spread around the restaurant stood up.
„No, it doesn't work like that. If I say you are arrested, you are arrested.", Jakob answered.
„Arrest my ass!", the guy readied his fist and threw a punch against Jakob.
A loud „bam" was heard when he hit his target. But he didn't. Infront of him was a boy. Not even an adult, who stopped his fist with only one hand. Not only that, but he held on tight too.
The guy, who by the way was called Jason' tried to pull away his hand. He couldn't. The boys grip was to hard for him.
Tristan was holding the guys hand. Apparently, he couldn't take his hand back. Tristan started to apply pressure.
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Four of his fingers were broken, and the man was on the ground, in pain.
Then finally the guard arrived and brought him away. Tristan and Jakob headed back to their table and drank their drinks. The rest of the visit wasn't that special and no more incidents happened.
Back at the castle, Tristan headed towards his room, and got some sleep.