Disturbia
Chapter 2
The Girl
Misery is a woe, happiness an experiment.
Tragedy may strike, and events will occur.
Only the strong can survive, in this world.
The weak will fall to temptations. Darkness will overcome them.
Their feelings unravel. There true intentions expressed.
In this tangle of lies, where might the truth hide?
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Leblanc, a city made of gold. A city where the rich live and the poor beg. Huge golden gates awaited him as he approached the golden city. His clothes damp and his equipment ruined, except for his sword. He could have easily been mistaken for beggar, and if they asked him, he probably wouldn’t disagree with them. Once he had finally arrived at the gate the guards walked up to him.
“What is your business here beggar?” He looked the guard right in the eyes. What could he say to him? Hello I am the new king of Elismary? He doubted they would believe that, he could barley believe it himself.
“I am just here to stay in an in; I’m just passing through.” The guards laughed.
“What makes you think you can afford an inn? You can barely afford clothes!” The boy snorted, and took out the king’s insignia from his pocket.
“Here, now can I come in?” The guards gasped.
“Where did you get that?” They demanded.
“I got it from my father, King Bursoda the 7th, Ruler of Elismary.” The guards rushed to open the gates for the young
prince. Little did they know he was the new the king of Elismary. He entered the buzzing marketplace, almost being hit by a cabbage cart.
“Sorry!” The girl said as she continued to run off into the city. The boy dragged himself into a nearby inn, and bought himself a room for the night.
“Hmm, what should I do tomorrow?” He said to himself as he laid on his bed.
“Maybe it would be wise to visit King Caliban, and tell him of my father’s death…” He rolled over and looked out his window, he could see so many people running around outside. So many lives, so many dreams, Leblanc was a place of dreams. He decided he would pay the king a visit, and drifted off to sleep.
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The sound of a banging awoke him. He sat up in this bed, staring at the door to his room.
“Open this door!” A man screamed. The boy paused for a moment, rubbing his dark brown eyes and fixing his messy bed head.
“Geez can’t a prince get a little privacy?” He muttered under his breath as he headed for the door. Once there he opened the door and a man tumbled in the room. He stood up quickly and slammed the door shut. He glared at the boy and shouted into his face.
“Think you took long enough! I was almost killed!” His breath smelled of rotted onions and something else, though he’d rather not know. His clothes were slightly torn, and had blood stains all over. His hair was blond and messy, could easily be mistaken for a murderous hobo.
“A simple thank you would have sufficed.” He said in a smart-elik tone.
“Why you smug little…..” The man stomped around the room to control his anger.
“Now don’t get your pampers in a bunch.
Why were you being chased?”
“A women was murdered in the marketplace, I was nearby so they decided to blame me.” He grunted.
“I can see that happening.” The man stood up and got in the boy’s face. Rhodri pushed him back away from him.
“What’s your name?”
“Osane” The man said proudly.
“I’m Rhodri, nice to meet you.” He gestured to shake hands, but Osane turned away.
“Well you should probably get out of my room now.
I have to head for Gidlen Castle.” Osane laughed.
“Why are you laughing…?” Rhodri said.
“You’re not going to get into Gidlen Castle, Invite only dude!”
“Oh right there is no way that the Prince of Elismary is going to get into that castle.” He said sarcastically. Osane paused.
“You’re prince of Elismary?” He said confused.
“Yup.” Rhodri responded. Osane scratched his head.
“What the heck is Elismary?” Rhodri’s eye’s shot open.
“What do you mean? How can you not know what Elismary is?”
“School is for idiots.”Osane said. Rhodri shrugs.
“Oh yes that explains everything doesn’t it.” He said sarcastically once again. Rhodri walked over to his bed and picked up his sword, and put on his boots.
“Well you can stay here; I’m going to Gidlen Castle.” Rhodri headed for the door, Osane didn’t follow.
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Rhodri exited the inn and walked into the marketplace. “freak.” He said to himself. He looked around to see if he could spot Gidlen Castle. In the south of the town a large castle stood towering over the marketplace. Golden plated all on the outside, guards surrounding it, wearing golden armor. “This is stupid.” He thought. “Showing off, by having everything golden; i can’t wait to meet King Caliban.” He continued on his way to the castle. The marketplace was the most famous thing about Leblanc, other than the giant golden castle. Strange, he imagined rich people gathered around shop’s buying till their hearts content. Instead there were numerous amounts of beggars. Why would beggars be in a marketplace in a golden city? Not only that, many children roamed the streets, all of them as happy as could be. The beggars seamed to always be happy as well. How strange, living as a poor peasant and still so happy.
He had finally reached the castle gates. As expected the gate was golden, and huge. Guards approached him once again.
“Halt!” The guard demanded.
“Um, I’m not moving?” Rhodri responded with an attitude.
The guard scoffed. “State your business!” The second guard said.
“My name is Rhodri, I am the Prince of Elismary, and I wish to speak to King Caliban on some urgent matters.”
The guards expressions were astonished.
“Benny, go report to Captain Maestros!” Benny quickly opened the gate with a large lever on the left side of the gate, and ran inside as it opened.
The gate closed behind him.
“What are you not letting me in?”
The guard stared at him. Not even for a second did he let his eyes leave Rhodri’s.
“Did you not hear me the first time?
I am the prince of Elismary, I wish to speak to King Caliban.”
The guard said nothing, he just stared. Rhodri’s grew impatient and his eyes became angry.
“What in the world is going on here? Why isn’t he letting me in, let alone staring at me like that?”
The gates opened once more. Many guards wearing the same golden armor, but this time with a large
lion crest on the front of there chest plates. In groups of 2, marching one right after the other, they made there way outside.
Rhodri was forced to back up, they were not halting there advance. A large black horse was at the end of the line, a man sat atop it. His head was covered with a golden helmet, his armor matching that of his men. The only difference was the black outline on the edges of his armor. His face was rough, his eyes a dark brown. The soldiers stopped suddenly. The man looked down at Rhodri.
“So you say you’re the prince of Elismary?” His voice was deep and quiet frightening.
“Yes i am, why am i forced to wait to meet King Caliban?”
“He has been expecting you, and requested you receive a proper entrance.”
Rhodri looked confused. “Expecting me? Why would he be expecting me?”
“Come, I will take you to King Caliban.”
The guards from before walked around the large horse and back into the castle gates. The man followed him.
Rhodri walked beside the horse, keeping a safe distance.
“My name is Christopher Maestros, but i am called Captain Maestros.”
“Oh, nice to meet you, I am...”
“Yes i know who you are” He glared at Rhodri.
Rhodri was beginning to think coming to Leblanc wasn’t such a good idea.









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