AFTER ALL THIS! HOW COME HE DO THIS!? And now you just walk. Walking, such a boring thing, one step at a time, you go slowly forward, but still you are so obsessed with it, you spent ages walking, but you have all immortality to do so.
Such a beautiful, blond, long hair, braided on your left shoulder, a majestic stance, and charming blitzing grey eyes... such a shame they were wasted on someone like him. I mean why did he? The moment you left that throne on which so much blood was spilled, you lost all people's respect. The Blizzard King died, the same moment red blood was spilled on that white shirt and those still pure hands.
He had eight years at the time, they got in to take his second brother, the Royal Guard, the recruiting started a month ago, they spared only ill and disable people, and forced everyone adapt to fight. "People of this village, -the head guard started- shall we start the recruits for the Royal Army?". As they walked people handed and cheered they're sons, to see them sent to a wagon... "You must be the family of that kid that some time ago died in training, It says here that you have other two sons, where are they?" all that stuff was true, they had three sons, and the oldest died in battle in his last month of mandatory military service, and they couldn't lose another kid, the father responded:"Yes-Sir! But one of our sons is weak, and the other is just eight, Sir!", "Like we do care? -he responded- They're Royal Orders, it's a you or us situation, we cant let it slide." parents tried to save them but a guard broke in to the house, the father tries to stop him, get pushed, falls, the mother tries helping the father, but gets attacked, the brother that was hiding jumps out, then the little one, the older pushes the guard that clenches on his neck, the youngest falls, he is paralyzed for a couple second, then he flew in an other couple second to the kitchen and took a knife, jumped on the guard, and... the time stopped... he could see everything from every space between a scrap of the armor, to the weaknesses of that body. A white shirt and candid pure hands. Then blood splashing everywhere. That white shirt is not clean and those hands aren't pure and candid, not anymore.
-"Bahahaha! I'm cracking from laughs! Did a kid just do you? That kid is GREAT! We are getting him."
-"We can't Sir. -The wounded guard said- He is minor."
-"I told you he is the one."
The father couldn't stand it! They almost killed one of them, and now, are stealing the youngest? But before he could even open his mouth, the Royal Guard said again:
-"Listen Sir, we can't take the kid to make him soldier, I have feelings too... But I like him, so I'm giving you a HUGE deal that you can't deny, I'm adopting, this little genius, he obviously has skills, and we can't waste it, he may become a General , or the head of the Royal Guards, like I am right now. I know it's hard to loose a son, but a talent that comes once in a hundred life times, so in change for your kindness we are going to let the older gets to chose if he goes to military training or not."
The father was on the verge of crying, and the mother was fainting: their son was going to leave them, in a world of monsters, wars and cruelty, such a pure and beloved kid, only due to their avidity, they wanted to keep both, but they ended up loosing either one. Luckily he was with that man, that promised them glory and a happy life, he was going to live in the real world, and let the older stay in family, he was going to be happier than he would have ever been... right? They-they needed faith, to give their beloved son to a stranger... but that was a way too good deal, or that or nothing... at the end they couldn't loose both, they accepted that deal, they had to.
A month passed and they were here to take him. The boy took his stuff and got on the escort carriage. The escorting group was leaded by the wounded guard.
-"My name is Lance, Lance Aryum, I'm known as The Weapon Master in the city and once you will settle in your new home I will become your new Tutor."
-"Agilis. - the kid responded in a silent way - Call me Agy or Agil."
-"Not much of a speaker, aren't you? - then Lance continued - Well you will need to change if you aim to be superior to the other candidates, since you're the kid that randomly stabbed me, in the meantime we might get along well... - he said with a smirking look in his face - Agy..."
Secretly Agilis blushed, almost a smile was appearing on his monotonous face.
The first day on the road passed, they stopped for the night and got back on road at the first rays of the Dawn, for a whole day he sat... until their arrival.
Once in city his eyes were shining, he never saw such beautiful buildings, statues and streets. But then he remembered, his meta weren't those beautiful places, but his new house was in the high city, where where all the rich people lived, he was getting anxious, his heart beat accelerated and was sweating and- "Hey kiddo, how do you like those streets? Aren't they fascinating? You see Agy, when I was kid all this didn't exist, people were poor and lived in ugly and stinky streets - he said with a funny look on his face, to comfort the scared kid in front of him - or were Super Rich Nobles - again this time a contemplating look on his face with anger appearing slowly on his face - that couldn't care less for their people."
-"Mr. Lance, were you a poor kid in your young age?"
-"Oh I see you. Are we talking now?"
-"Ehii! - Agilis was getting angry while blushing for the embarrassment - answers my questions or I will stop talking again!"
-Okay Okay! - he said almost laughing - Well I was part of that population that lived outside of the city in villages, like you and your family... Oh wow seem's like we got to our destination! Time flies those rare times you talk."
The kid didn't notice that they already reached the destination, talking made time pass so fast that they were in front of the mansion where the Head of the Guards, his new landlord lived.
Straight out of the wagon there he was, in formal clothes the owner of that place with his family, an older kid, probably 15 years-old and a daughter, around the age of 3 or 4, and a woman that seemed oddly sad, a characteristic that shared with her husband, a sad vibe under a rock solid inexpressive face, some times hiding under a candid smile.
-"HEY KID! I was waiting for you! Shall we take your luggage to your new room?"
-"H-h-hello... I mean! It's a pleasure. My name is Agilis."
-"It does seem like Lance has already taught you how to formally salute a person. Good work. Well, My name is Apollo Aureus, those are my children, Nocte and Dies and my wife Lizbeth."
They seemed like a cluster of Suns. And from now on he would have lived with them, little did he know, he would become the reason their life would change for ever.
-"Let me personally show you what your life will consist in from now on."
-"It will be a pleasure Mr~" and before he could continue he said:"Stop it already with this formality! Call me just Apollo" the first reaction of that silent kid was confusion but he recomposed fast after watching the threatening look on the face of Lance, knowing he would get angry if anything wrong happened, -"Yes, sir! I mean- Yes, Apollo."
Apollo took him to see his room and the other rooms, his office, and finally quite the big dining room, it had a big table, probably six seats, plus the head seats. In there he found already sitting the others, Nocte and Dies were already there with Lizbeth. Ready to eat. The service was fast, and every one was eating, smiling and laughing happily, there wasn't the aura of sadness stagnant around them, just happiness. But Agy didn't eat. Thoughts. Sadness. Feeling of helplessness. A whole load of bad emotions.
-"Hey! HEY! AGIL!"
-"O-oh I'm sorry, what?"
-"Ugh! Finally between us, why aren't you eating? There is food for everyone, and Father told me you were quite talented - he said with a happy voice - and that i could teach you the basis of fighting, so we can beat that old ge~ I mean Mr. Lance together! You've got to eat if we want to be strong as adults!"
Nocte couldn't have been happier of having a brother more of a new friend, he knew they were born to know and complete each other.
He has always been the kind of kid that would, shake off of every body, every type of bad emotion, it was like a superpower garnished by charisma.
He could finally eat now.