Alvr is a fourteen year old boy with a life full of adventure and is the prince of the largest country in his world. But soon he meets a orphan girl who throws his life upside down buried underneath loads of Chaos. In this part, follow Alvr and friends through his birthday bash to a unexpected incident in the woods.
The moon shined brightly through the dark mist that was clouds, shadows dancing along the stonewalls of the quiet palace of Laytaeon. Everything was dark under the moon that night, every tower consisting of no light at all. All accept one. A hot red-orange fire cackled on the hearth of the solemn tower, creating the only noise and light in the dead of the night. The fire bathed the room in its warm glow bouncing of the grey stonewalls and dark oak bed draped with a black blanket trimmed in gold. A desk, to the left of the red canopy topped bed, was occupied by a young by staring at the night sky. He had intensely, bright green eyes and hair darker than any piece of coal. The black nightshirt and matching loose pants made his slightly tanned skin look deathly pale. And laid before him was a golden crown dotted with rubies and a crescent 'E' made of diamond at the center of the elegant piece.
Suddenly, a strong chime rung in the distance signaling midnight, as well as marking the time when Reality, the king of Laytaeon, would check on the Royal children. As if on cue, Reality walked through the red cherry oak door and onto the black marble floor flecked with gold.
"Alvr, son, what's ailing you? You're usually asleep by now." He said in a deep, soothing tone.
The boy known as Alvr turned to stare at the silhouette that was his father standing in the doorway. Even in the darkness Alvr could make out what his father looked like at the moment.
'His dark brown hair is probably ruffled with sleep and he's probably wearing those horrid blue night clothes mother makes him wear.' he thought.
In his usual quiet, somber voice Alvr replied, "I was wondering about what Ryian said...Something about the Woodland Races..."
"Ah. You want to go even though your crowning is the same day." Reality stated, stepping into the light of the fire sitting across from it on the bed.
Alvr nodded, looking out the window once more, away from his fathers' piercing green eyes that were filled with concern.
"You know. If you were listening at dinner than you would know your crowing has been moved to the next full moon."
Startled, Alvr looked up at his fathers' face.
"Yes, I talked to your mother and she surprisingly agreed that your fourteenth birthday shouldn't be filled with diplomacy. So don't worry about it, alright?"
Alvr nodded again.
“Good now get to bed.”
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The next day, Alvr awoke to the sound of a rooster from one of the nearby farms. He jumped out of bed and walked over to the dark oak closet on the right of the desk and opened it. On the top there was a row of shirts jackets and hats. The bottom, however, consisted of shoes, stockings, belts, pants, while formal, commoner, and outdoor outfits hung in the middle.
As he was pulling off his nightclothes and getting into his fresh formal ones, a servant burst in.
“Your Highness.” He said in a frightened tone, quickly bowing, “You are needed immediately in the Grand Hall.”
“What for?” Alvr questioned.
“No time to explain, quickly now. Go!”
Alvr rushed into down the corridor and past his siblings still occupied rooms and down the gigantic staircase that led to the Grand Hall. And what he saw made his eyes widen with wonder.
Alvr rushed into down the corridor and past his siblings still occupied rooms and down the gigantic staircase that led to the Grand Hall. And what he saw made his eyes widen with wonder.
Standing before him was the most magnificent foal he'd ever seen. Its coat was the same coal black as his hair. And a mane and tail of a licorice black streaked with a fiery red, with matching red eyes.
"What's going on, I thought something was wrong?" He finally managed to say to his parents gathered around the horse.
His mother flashed him one of her rare smiles, her white teeth shining underneath her strawberry red lips. She was a blonde haired woman and stern blue eyes with an air of elegance around her. Her tall, slim body was draped in a leaf green dress that stopped just above the knees complete with ruffles on the neckline and a black scarf tied around the waist.
“Well, you usually take much longer than your brothers and sister to get ready for the day so we decided to get you up faster. That way your siblings won’t get jealous or chaotic as they always do.” His mother stated.
“Son, happy fourteenth birthday.” Reality and his wife said together, handing him the reigns wrapped around the foal’s neck.
“Wow! Thanks dad, mom.”
“Now there’s still the matter of naming him.” Reality said.
“Really? Is it a boy or girl then?”
Reality turned to his wife.
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