Kapitel 2: The Renewal
"The world frequently calls itself cruel. Is it trying to empathize me?"
Years, hundred of years—That is merely a period of 5 years in Sierra is equal to a century in the Light realm as no world or land is bound by the gravity of its star as they drift continuingly without a star, like a free fish swimming in the absence of a wave.
That is why not only the Light Empire, but several other nations in Light Realm celebrate a universal tradition where they pass a star, because it serves as a jollification for one being that is made by light, sees an object where light originated naturally.
And back again, at the Light Empire—it was not like before as everything that stretched till the end of the cliff of each land, shows aesthetic houses and buildings still crafted by the same material ever uttered before. As if all of the ruins, dust, and blood that was once evident 5 years ago.
The geographical features and roadways are significantly different now—Its people stepping on polished grounds and continuing with their daily lives, oblivious to what is beneath of the ground's story like stepping on the same floor frequently, insensible of the treasures they might find below its surface.
Children roamed, playing tag with each other like how generic children would behave. Their feet made noise and their joy filled the air. As if everything that had happened before was gone, reduced to something miniscule like an atom among atoms. Everything was going fine within the expanse of the Light Empire—a tamed civilization, free from the constraints of the suffering before like tiny grains of gravel thrown on the void.
Back to the palace—it was just as before, there is the throne, the 2 stairs that lead to the second floor of the palace's embellishments. Speaking of the second floor, even the floors are free of dust, and each step is akin to stepping on diamonds, there is a rough surface. Each point of the walls has a great, ashy textured pillars that holds abstract sigils and valuables and none of them are even guarded by something like a glass exterior or at least a single guard.
There are also no factors that protected these items and a thief could just easily yank it from his pockets and went home untroubled. And there are also chambers, or rooms in simplicity and one of them is Prince Folly's room.
Yes, the young child, all grown now to his childhood age and a closer look at his chambers, holds a tightly packed room where each corner of the walls has some furnitures and contraptions and especially at the edge of the walls, is a king-sized bed where, ofcourse, Folly is sleeping like a lazy mammal.
His hair, now apparently describable, since he has hair now unlike before—His hair is like a bioluminescence of the sea where each strand of his hair is a disturbed ocean glow that contrasts his deeply, adoring sleep as if he is dreaming something one would want to stay asleep for.
His face wields like a special, happy child, free from stress and his emotions are discrete and pure where there are no mixed feelings occurring simultaneously—He wore a soft, furry robe which acts as a double blanket as he is also concealed with another blanket.
For a bit, he was still sleeping despite being bathed with a bit of light from his unceiled—intricate window as if it radiated the sea's inside. Finally, he woke up. His eyes contrasted the dim, adumbrated chamber, even brighter than the light from the window.
Additionally, he did not stand up immediately nor leave his king sized bed. Instead, he stared at the sighting ceiling that was designed with drawings painted with the greatest palettes, its imagery could not even be produced with only a simple mind—Folly only saw and construed without thinking much deep at it. He only smiled at it and admired such a piece by its design, not its meaning.
He raised his head up like an acute angle—He stretched his little arms, and yawned, hearable from outside of his room like a whale's howl after leaping from the ocean. Some maidservants and manservants heard his noticable yawn and found it endearing. Especially below, there is a maleservant named "Lowefed"—Folly's personal butler that had been with him since he was very young,
His face, not really that good, nor even bad—just falls on a medicore level but is it that a big of a deal? He wore a white, just like the rest—a white suit consisting of matching coat and trousers, a single suit of it felt like how the rich wore in formal occasions, only for the males. He pretty much looked like a generic butler, but without a mustache.
He heard Folly's yawn at the ceiling as he was drinking tea along with his peers, enjoying what seemed to be spending time with each other idling—He gently placed his tea and spoke in a calm, low pitch. "Seems like my shift has begun." He stood up and fixed his clothes and walked away.
But before he even got to step foot outside of the room he was in—one of the maleservants declaimed. "Well good luck with that, I admit that I will come running too to serve my shift, especially to the prince!" And Lowefed nodded and added his last remark to them before he closed the doors gently. "I'll see you soon."
Lowefed climbed upstairs, headed to the left side of the palace's second floor, went past nobles and other servants. It was a quiet scenery where the footsteps are the loudest sound to occur here—As he went past four other chambers and to Folly's doors.
He gently checked his time, the gnomon points like an acute angle—He sighed and opened the grand doors gently. As light encompassed the dim room, replacing it with a fair brightness like a starrise. He glanced at every corner and every position and Folly was not there, the only thing that changed was the messy, frumpy blanket on the bed.
"Little prince?" Lowefed asked with a confused tone as he kept glancing at everywhere in the room, frequently at the window and then Folly replied, his little voice soft and sweet. "I'm here!"
As Lowefed looked down and there was Folly all along—Due to his very little stature, it gave Lowefed a difficult time finding his little presence like an unseen gremlin. He is so little that a generally small object could be the same depth as him. Lowefed sighed in a relieved demeanor and began to pinch Folly's cheeks and chuckled, "Ah, there you are!" He chuckled before entering Folly's chamber. "I thought you jumped off from the window. Otherwise, I would have been executed."
He began to examine his room, but immediately focused on Folly's bed and began to tiding up his bed by fixing the flawed blanket in a slow, gentle manner—Folly then asked, observing his manservant as he was cleaning up his chamber with precision without ever going back. "What is executed?" his evident smile was still intact as he uttered such a question.
Lowefed chuckled as he kept swaying and fixing Folly's room from the obvious bits, to subtle imperfections—like even a displaced object is put in a flawless position where it felt like every room was a trophy to be regulated all of the time. He was cleaning the window when Folly asked an inquiry and replied. "Well, if I were to be naughty, I'd get punished." He added as he shifted his gaze at the little prince. "You wouldn't want to get executed, right?"
"No." Folly responded, he shook his little head in disagreement—replaced his smile with an inquisitive, goosey face that briefly appeared as he returned with a bright smile, untainted by whatever complex the world has to shove. Then, Lowefed chuckled again with a lighthearted tone, "Neither do I." He replied as he removed the last bit of what he perceived as flawed within the room and finally focused on the little prince, Folly.
"What do you have in mind, little prince?" Lowefed asked as he began to examine Folly, wiping off the dust particles and combing his light-blued hair. Folly answered, he was unmoved like a tower observing an moving object, "I am really hungry!"
Lowefed wiped off the boogers from his eyes and smiled at Folly as he gestured the little prince to go outside of his chamber. He retorted as Folly exited his chamber and locked it with a simple fingerprint. "Well, everyone's hungry at this time of day."
They both head straight to the right because it is the only route aside from the left hallway—Folly was eagerly observing each artifact and paintings at each corner of the wall despite having seen them hundreds of times now, his little arms swaying with joy. While Lowefed, his personal maleservant was just unfazed, looking straight at the halls with a blank face, both of his arms clasped behind him. Folly even had to match his pace as he walked so fast.
Lowefed broke the silence—his head leaning to hear Folly's incoming remark. He asked, "What do you think you would eat on the table, little prince?" Folly immediately answered as he gazed at his maleservant. "Dragons!" He then asked as they climbed up to the third floor of the palace that extended 10 to 20 floors. "Will there be dragon meat?"
Folly began hopping at each stairs, jumping from one, to two steps of it as if it was hopscotch—Lowefed chuckled at the remark, looking at Folly leaping and jumping like a child with no sense of tiredness. "Probably not." He continued and ended it with a chuckle, "But I do like the unpredictability of everything. I'll tell you that."
As Folly finally stepped foot on the third floor—he immediately scurried straight forward, leaving Lowefed behind who was still escalating on the stairs. Folly began to run so fast, ignorant of all of his surroundings and eventually, he collided with someone, and that was his older sister, Shògenji.
Folly fell down to the floor, adding a slight, quite endearing whimper, his head felt dizzy but he was quite having fun of it—However, his sister on the other hand, was not in the same state as him, like a torch that gradually engulfs the material it combusted from.
"Gah! You got your drool over my dress!" Shògenji shouted with a furious tone, wiping off the spit but it only got worse as she continuously wiped it. Though much of an overreaction due to the fact that she wore a white regimental uniform which does the spit is barely visible.
Her hair is as white as a falling snow. Her stature is quite imposing, if you are short. Her eyes, still the same but the pupils became sharp and feisty that adds a sense of intimidation because of her uniform and a hat, typically an hat for a disciplinarian enforcer. She clenched her fist, her anger was still evident.
Folly stood up. Instead of even a hint of nervousness or frightened, he was interested at what Shògenji was wearing which he asked, forgetting all of the tomfoolery he did. He asked with a tone full of curiosity as his wide eyes brightens. "Woah! You also dress like one of them?"
"It's none of your business." Shògenji shouted again, but the anger gradually lessens and it immediately returned when Folly began to eagerly try to touch her uniform which she keeps pushing Folly's head away from her. "Let me touch it!" Folly excitedly kept repeating as he was constantly being pushed away by his older sister. Shògenji kept yelling as she tries pushing Folly's little stature away from her clothes but he kept coming back. "No!"
The tension between the siblings occurred for a brief moment until Lowefed arrived with a declaration—His voice filled the air and prompted the children to stop, with a simple remark, "There you are, little prince." As they heard the voice, they immediately stop and Folly took the opportunity to squeeze the skirt of her uniform and giggled as he walked to Lowefed.
Shògenji shifted her expression from a furious fire, to a docile burnt candle that could not be able to lit up on fire any more—Lowefed came at the scene and bowed at Shògenji and uttered formally, "I apologize for the improper behavior of the prince. Princess." Shògenji swayed her arms and rolled her eyes and replied with a stern attitude. "It's fine, just keep him away from me."
"With such grace, princess." Lowefed bowed again which just made Shògenji internally had a sense of discomfiture—She began to walk away, her face now stern like iron, unable to be bent like a rubbery substance. As she was about to walk away, Lowefed spoke something that prompted her to stop and contemplated for awhile. "Incidentally, you are obligated to join for breakfast."
Shògenji turned around and replied in a austered demeanor, a quiet tone she breathed from her lips and proceeded to walk away. "I am not hungry." Lowefed inquired, leaning his ear to hear her clearly. "I apologize, may you state it again?"
"I am not hungry." Shògenji turned while walking away. But before she took another step—Fred declared, "I apologize, but it's obliged; the Empress's orders."
Shògenji sighed again, she turned around and walked in the opposite direction now with a brisk pace—bumped past Folly and heading to the dining room. "You should be careful next time, little prince." He added, patting off the dust from Folly's attire. "I've asked you that many times now."
"Why is my elder sister, Genjei mad at me?" Folly asked to Lowefed with a worried, yet curious tone—And Folly's personal manservant replied with a easing chuckle as he checked up on Folly. "We get mad at something and later we wonder why we got mad in the first place."
"Now let us go to the dining room to fill up that little tummy of yours, little prince." Lowefed gestured Folly as he held his little hands and walked together as they head to the dining room. As they walk together, Folly just went back to his innocent state where he would observe literally anything that interests him, slowing down the walking process where Lowefed is the one to match his walking pace with him this time.
As they arrive to the dining room along Shògenji who was just leaning at the corner of the doors. As the three of them waited for what the door, the dining room to open.
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