"Have you heard the news."
A low hushed voice beckoned.
"What sort of rumors have you filled your heart with?"
Begrudgingly said the rough but interested voice.
Smiling at the owner of the gruff voice, a young woman with tantalizing lips turned left and right, seemingly checking the coast.
"The young master has woken up."
The small smile that adorned his thick lips expecting juicy stories turned limp, this small gesture did not escape the young woman until a booming laughter escaping from his gaping mouth. She was mildly surprised, voicing her confusion in soft clear voice, but was met with more boisterous laughter.
The laughter continued for a while as though the gruff man donning the silver like armor had heard the funniest joke since his existence. The young woman had long lost interest and a blank look with obvious annoyance took form on her wonderful countenance.
"Ohhh, Maribel, that usele-sorry, I mean that poor young master has finally woken up from his slumber." Wheezing from the laughter, he spoke,
"The young master should have stayed asleep. He wouldn't have to deal with the issues he left behind but he crawled from death into his own pitiful life. How can I not but laugh."
Mocking pride infected his voice as though ,no, he viewed the eldest son as a living disgrace that did not deserve to bear the honorable and highly esteemed name of the "Telemenpha."
The obvious disdain and mockery didn't faze the beautiful Maribel, in fact she found it fitting as she shared the same sentiments with the guard of the front gate "Menphis."
They were both born and raised in this great and prosperous household. They received the best of what was, were taught and raised by such a great family, hence their loyalty and gratitude were boundless.
The big and gruff Menphis slowly turned his head and gazed at the pristine white walls of the Telemenpha household. The gold layered gates, the stark white walls and the great estate that lay behind those walls. Gratitude and loyalty welled up within his heart as he slowly turned to gaze ahead, a small smile on his lips. Now facing the road that lay before him that stretched and winded toward a large city, he spoke,
"Maribel, we were born in this household. Nurtured and cared for till we grew strong. Failures were culled, disappointments were shunned, the weak were trampled upon and the strong ascended to glory. Such was the dogma, the creed and lifestyle of our family. But that 'boy' is a shame to our family, hence I despise him. Though he is the son of the king, I still despise him."
His voice was filled with contempt as he spoke. Menphis the guard of the first gate took his stand against the failure of royalty and so did many. The awakened prince was the target of their hate.
"I know Menphis. I also despise him, but lets not forget, he is still royalty."
Her beautiful voice sharing her opinions as gazed upon the hulking figure beside her. Turning to face the long, winding road, she spoke,
"But the arrival of the king is imminent. Let us hope and see the king dispose of such trash."
"Indeed."
***
The wind carried a great number of rumors everywhere throughout the Telemenpha estate, but one dominated all others,
"The young master had awoken!"
Some shared their grievances as the reputation of the said young master was beneath expression, others expressed a warped joy while others couldn't have been bothered by such a great news. But ultimately, nobody liked the young master and very few, a scant few only shared pure joy at the great news of his arousal.
Wrapped in the finest silk, a slender figure so skinny that they could be called skin and bones lay on an opulent bed. His shoulder length crimson hair had faded with the passage of time and the lack of maintenance but, it remained beautiful. One could tell the young man once had handsome features but had wasted so much, a corpse looked far more handsome than his emaciated face. Sitting on the opulent bed, he looked through the giant floor-to-ceiling glass window with a steady gaze, staring at the setting sun. The warm golden rays gently caressing his pale, emaciated face.
Nobody was in this opulent room adorned with gold, silvers and precious stones except that young man. The sun's golden rays gently lit up the room casting a warm glow on the young man who seemed fixated on the setting sun.
"What is on your mind...young boy?"
An ethereal, magnetic voice echoed from nowhere within the opulent room. The young boy, gazing staidly towards the setting sun answered,
"Nothing... simply nothing."
The strangely ethereal, magnetic feminine voice spoke in a tone filled with boundless love and sweetness like a sweet smelling fragrance.
"Why are you gazing at the setting sun with such a gentle look?"
It was a rhetorical question but the young boy knew to answer. He had just recently awoken hence his voice was staid and weak.
"... I feel gratitude. Its as though I have always seen the sun, but I never truly saw it until today."
His weak, staid voice carried an undeniable sense of gratitude as he gazed at the sun that grew fat upon reaching the horizon. Never had he felt like this, never did he know how to accept it, hence boundless gratitude filled him.
The sweet magnetic voice kept its silence not wanting to disturb the young boy's ardent stare at the flaming ball of fire.
The sun set whilst being gazed upon, leaving the frail young boy alone in the opulent room. The stars shimmered across the dark sky as the crescent moon gently smiled upon the earth. It pale-blue almost white rays gently lit up the room creating an atmosphere of peace. Though the sun had long set, the frail young boy continued to gaze upon the western horizon, staidly.
BOOOOMM!!!
The bedroom door exploded open. Turning his head to look at the causer of the destruction, the young boy's emaciated features trembled slightly.
A lean figure of exceptional height and terrifying presence stepped into the room. Draped in the finest leather boots, skin tight white breeches adorned his legs. A silk white long-sleeved shirt with frilly ends, sat snuggly on his torso as he appeared. His calm gaze swept through the room as though he could see the secrets hidden within, till they landed on the cadaverous figure sitting atop a large bed. A small smile bloomed on his face.
"Yo! Jedaiah."
Long flaxen hair that shimmered in the moonlight, doe-like eyes that contained mysterious qualities, paired with his handsome features.
What a beautiful person he was.
"Yo, Big brother Elezia."
His weak voice accompanied by the wizened features of his countenance made him look utterly pitiful before the eyes of the young man.
'Pitiful'
Taking wide strides, he stepped in closer and closer till he loomed over the seated boy,
"You sure look pitiful. Sleeping all this time has really taken a toll on your body. Well, it is of little importance now, sigh. You really are an unfortunate kid."