Flash back on Dante's past.
A hot afternoon, songs of all kinds of beautiful birds twittering, chirping in a cheerful note under and above the trees by the lake. A part of the day when the irradiation of the sunlight longingly settled down on a well preserved farmland surrounded by numerous white mountains rising above the common level of the soils. Most of the land there overflowed in indistinct rustling of light-brown colored ripened wheat moving to the directions of the gentle breeze ready for harvesting any moment from now. These are one of many accomplishment that served as the means of income for the household, sometimes when the harvest was plentiful it would be shared among the servants living there, it was indeed a peaceful place to be. In the vast farmland many footpaths were spotted one of which leads to a well furnished villa with few guards on patrols around the building; Serving as the only residence building as many other storage buildings spotted distant from each other, there lays the crops to be distributed to every place for business. Everything seems perfect for the household as the smells of sweet farmland flowers studding the black soil in allures of expending white dandelions around with the indistinct sound of waterfall heard. On the other hand one thing still prevent them from living in this perfect life of theirs. That's the feeling to feel perfect—We all know there's a big difference between to look perfect and to feel perfect.
At one of the large decorated room in the villa, an old man was seated dressed in fancy clothing while holding his wooden walking stick on a well furnished chair along with Three beings; two males and a female who everyone in the room were later known to be Dante's father, Dante's mother, Dante's Grandfather with a Humane serving as a healer.
"... Will he still be able to make it still next summer." Dante's father reluctantly asked the healer just as his shoulder slumped from where he was seated.
"I will try my very best… and see what I can do but I'm sorry I can't promise you a satisfying results."
Dante's father sighed as his feet shuffled for a moment then he looked at the healer keeping a straight face.
"Fair enough."
The healer nodded.
"Then I will take my leave." He bowed before everyone as he left the room.
After, Dante's mother stood up then covered her face with her hands in her plain long sleeved dress as her gingered perm hair covered most of her hands. She sniffles then her voice began to crack as she spoke. "We have called every renowned healers here and there yet the same reports about my son kept repeating itself, over, over, over and over again."
Dante's father stood up as he walked up to her for consolation. She noticed then took a step backwards as she removed her hands, Dante's father could see in her wife's face as her gingered eyelashes soaked in tears then it fell down to her fair skin.
"Y-You… you need to help my son, take more responsibility!"
Dante's father froze with his mouth slightly opened and his hand in the air almost reaching to his wife.
"Genevra, I-I… "
"Mum? Dad?" A shallow voice spoke from the room's door way.
Dante's grandfather looked at the direction of the voice with his grey eye brows raised.
"Oh, my Dante, why are you not in bed." His mother swiftly cleaned her tears from her face with a sniffle as she walked to her son. Bald-headed Dante was only wearing a white caftan, his face looked pale as three maids were behind him probably scared for the reason their young master was out of bed then his mother gently placed her hands on his shoulders, "You must be tired, let's walk back to your room." She persuaded leading him back to his room with the three maids as they all bowed their heads.
Dante only the age of nineteen then. Many years back at the age of three he suddenly became ill leading to his incapable way of eating or drinking well so his parents all decided to live in grandfather's farmhouse away from public eyes and away from beings with the situations happening to his grandson many will come with their own suggestions and advices as his grandfather's had great influence over many Humanes around so he refused to let someone outside the farmland for a visit—by that time all Humanes haven't come together as one.
His grandfather sighed, as he held closely his walking stick.
"Father?" Dante's father called.
His father looked at him, "Anything my son?"
"Well, I was thinking if we should met the beings living within the seas for help. They are called the water Nymphs, right? With that I believe Dante will be fully healed."
"… Son never forget, we made war against them few years back even before my grandson was born… something like that would be possible… it's difficult even for me. But if it for my grandson I will see what I can do. We the house of Krystallo will not under no conditions let our first son succumb to his sickness just like that."
"Very good, Father, thanks. I owe you one."
"Not at all. If I don't take care of my family, who will?"
Dante's father gave a weak smile then a maid blushing by the ears came in,
"Sires, you ha-have a visitor?"
"Both of us?" Dante's father asked out of curiosity, why would someone be looking for them under this hot weather? I remembered Father never allowed any guest to step foot on this farmland.
"Yes, sire. This time… He came with a woman and a handso-young man I mean and few other armoured figures I think they might also be Humanes wearing them."
"A Humanes wearing the clothes of an Inhumane I think I know who came, father."
"Hmmm… very well let them in."
"Okay, Sire. I will let them know you wish to see them."
"What's he coming to do this time?" Dante's father asked as he stood near his father watching the doorway closely for the visitors to enter through that path.
"Same old talk as always; … like using my influence in supporting his reign to governor every remaining Humanes left in this territory."
"Tsk. Good for him."
A clanking sounds of metal plates hitting against the floors was heard getting louder by every steps taken towards the room.
"Oh, Good afternoon to the family of Krystallo." A silvered armoured man without his helmet worn greeted with a woman and a young man near him guarded by four white-caped armoured Humanes.
Great he brought his wife too-and his son?! Dante's father thought. Then he looked at the faces of his maids following them behind to his amazement they were all blushing at the sight of the young man near his father.
"And Good afternoon to you too. You may seat." Dante's grandfather Instructed.
Dante's father signaled the maids to served their guest drinks.
"Oh thank you… I'm glad you are in good mood today." He looked at his sides. " Sorry for not introducing them earlier, Here is my wife, Queen Naila Hylas."
His wife bowed her head.
Tsk, calling his wife a Queen already how troublesome and what is he going to call himself and his son, a king and a prince, you got to be kidding me. Dante's father slightly clenched his teeth on the thoughts of that.
"And this is my only child. Prince Randall."
Dante's father's left eye twitched.
Randall immediately stood, slightly sinewy and an average height by sight, dressed in a well fitted pin stuck white shirt under a fitted black trousers in a pair of black boat shoe as his obsidian shaggy hair poured down to his face as he bowed.
"Good afternoon, Sires." Then he lifted his head staring straight at the men seated in front of him with his clayed colored protruding eyes seated and his cute cupid's bow upper lip slightly raised as he greets them, every remaining maids in the room heart all skipped a beat just as their faces reddened by the looks of him as well as his soft words.