Aadi-33

It was a quiet walk to the holding cells. Johannsen gave Aadi's shoulder a squeeze of encouragement. He was proud of the young man.

At just seventeen years of age, Aadi conducted a grace that no one ever would. He believed he was simple- and often times looked down on himself; which was something Johannsen would never understand. He blamed the King.

Four years ago, he found Aadi huddled in the infamous reading room- beside the black piano, weeping his eyes out. Immediately Johannsen came further into the room, the boy's eyes hardened and he wiped his tears away.

'Go away.' Aadi had said. 'I did not call for you.' the boy hiccuped, his eyes blood red.