7. the broken tower

We sat there and saw the stars.

'Your name is Alexander?'

'Nico Alexander, You know me by my first name, and let's keep it that way.'

'Nico, right. You can call me Phyre. Your family is intriguing.'

'Tell me about it. You still haven't met all of them.'

'By the way, who was that girl?'

'You mean the one who called you peculiar. That's Juliana.'

'Well, she is very pretty and you might like her but she is in for the money and is also stupid.'

'I don't like her, and thanks for kind of saving me from there. She just can't get over the fact that I rejected her.'

'You rejected her? For what may I ask? She is beautiful and all. I mean stupid but still.'

'Quite wasn't my type.'

I smiled at that.

'The stars look pretty don't they?'

'The wanderer of the night asking that how funny.'

He laughed. He was known as the wanderer of the night. All his adventures were in the dark or the mysterious night.

'So what did you and Ciel talk about?'

'He told me a story. A story that was the past of the kingdoms on the Westside.'

'So, you do know the story?'

I look behind and get up walking up the stairs. He followed behind.

The wind blew through my hair.

'I have heard the story of the bridge, My Dad told me about it. My mother always hated Royals, even my sister is following in her footsteps. I never found them any different. My Dad has a lot of respect so do I, just not for you.'

'HEY! And then you called me a Mean guy, speak for yourself.'

'You are a brat.'

'No, I am not.'

"Yes, you are.'