Departure of Forsaken

"It's nice to see your kingdom finally on its feet again," King Ferrol congratulated Frederick as they swayed left and right with each step.

"It's all thanks to your assistance that I can finally repay you for your help."

"You don't have to worry about that. All I want is to make our kingdom's bond strong, but it can be stronger, if you know what I mean."

"This again?" Frederick waited for him.

"Well, didn't you say yes, the first time? You even risked bringing your son almost every month for a week to Algernon so that he and my sweet daughter can be close enough," Ferrol hiccupped. "Close enough for a marriage."

Nicolas, who was waiting for them at the top, felt Goosebumps on his skin but still he kept silent. So many things are going on through his mind, too many emotions to process, and here are the kings placing another layer of questions to his mind

"It's true, one marriage can be the answer to this all. We can shut up those merchants in one fell swoop."

"If I did not know you, I would think that you're using your son as a payment," Ferrol laughed, and Frederick seconded as they walked pass Nicolas, who was silently hiding in a corner.

That last joke took a toll on his tolerance and capacity. "Payment, father?" he said, emerging from the shadows.

The kings were shocked, as if their hangover had been lifted in one single swoop. All there's left are their stunned faces, pale and worried.

"What are you doing here, Nicolas, It's already late," Frederick desperately changed the subject.

"What am I to you, father, a livestock? Born and raised to be harvested at the right time? What do you want me to do afterwards? Breed? Produce an heir as soon as possible? How lucky am I to be your son," he yelled.

"I was planning to tell you in the right time," the king replied, shaking while Ferrol froze in place, unable to move.

"In time? When is that? When you already left me no choice? When I am unable to say what I wanted? When you refuse to hear what I wanted to say?"

"It's not like that."

"I trusted you with everything, even if it's not in line with what I want. I believed that you really had brought me there to learn; why didn't I realize your ulterior motif," the prince laughed.

"Listen first, Nicolas."

"YOU'RE THE ONE WHO SHOULD LISTEN TO ME, FATHER."

His eyes were burning with anger and Frederick was pretty sure it was the same rage that night. Once again, he felt scared for his life. "I just want what's good for you," he tried explaining as he backed away from Ferrol. He can see the same foreign boy in his eyes he saw that night.

"Deciding about my life without me knowing? You don't know what's good for me, father. You're just doing things that you thought were good for you and you're using me as an excuse. I am not an expendable pawn that you mindlessly feed to your enemy on your game of chess. I respected you, father, and I never thought you could fly this low."

"Listen to me first," Frederick yelled.

"Do I look like someone else to you, father? Will you ask me again if I'm Nicolas, Let me remind you, everything that you see in me right now is all your fault. Scolding me for almost everything I do, be it right or wrong, disregarding my feelings because you're too angry to consider others. Even the drug, you're the one who put Meriane up to it, didn't you," Nicolas roared as his eyes started to glow blue, letting out everything he wanted to say. "Where is the good for me in that? All you think about is this kingdom; have it not crossed your mind that I too have a dream of my own?"

Frederick was severely hit by those words, heavily wounding his emotions, guilt, and shame as he backed away further. But these thoughts still bothered him: "There's those eyes again," as he started to grow weary.

"Nicolas, what is happening here?" Queen Natalia squealed, a few steps away from where the prince stood.

Nicolas too was startled, and his rage dissipated into worry and sorry. He's eyes went back to normal as he scanned everyone; the scared look on everyone's faces registered to him. That's when he realized that he had gone too far.

With everything he said echoing back and forth his mind and the disappointed look in his mother's eyes pasted together with it, he ran back to his room, locked the door, and placed a chair under the knob before sitting beside the windowsill. The panic that he's trying to suppress has already gone out of control.

Though tears did not come, he felt his chest aching as if it would burst from all the emotions he was feeling. At the same time, his head feels like it will split in two as he reminisces about what happened that night with no cuts or forgotten scenes.

It was a painting with blood and agony as the paint. He was the painter and canvas as he watched himself make each stroke come to life, clear and vivid. He paid no attention to the knocks outside. He did not hear any of it. All he heard were the pleads he made to that bearded man, his laughter, and the warning that they'd be back to take him for good.

When the morning came, the King and Queen finally ordered the servants to forcefully open the door, and to their surprise, he was gone. His bed was trashed, along with other scattered belongings. His cabinet was open, and they found the passage way he used to escape.

All they found at the table in the middle of the secret room was a piece of paper.

Dear Mother,

I apologize if you needed to see such a thing on your most important day and I'm sorry for leaving without any notice but a letter. It took me years to remember but I can finally answer the question father asked me from years ago. Yes, I can finally remember, as bright as the fireworks that night, the color of the blood of the one I killed. I am neither such a good son nor a person after all.

As for my leave, don't bother looking for me. I will be fine. Things will be better if I leave now; that bearded man will come back for me again and it's better if this Kingdom is spared from such tragedy.

Worry not, because I'll someday return and face you all once again when I'm finished with my quest.

I wrote everything that happened on the other paper down to every detail, I'm sure his majesty will find pleasure of reading it, if his stomach could bear it, of course.

Your loving son,

Nicolas Gregory

Nicolas could only take one final glance at the castle. He can already picture on how much his departure would break his mother's heart, but he also knows that it's for the best; deep down, he wishes he's making the right choice.

Taking a deep breath, he poured his attention towards the memorial of his friends. He kneeled. His hands clasped together as he tried to remember their faces as much as he can.

"I've come to say goodbye. I can remember everything now, but that's also the reason why I'll be leaving Gregoria for the time being. I can now remember what I did..." he called upon his sword.

"This ability is quite interesting, but at the same time it's a curse, one that has plagued our blood ever since and I have no doubts that it's also the reason why that man came for me. I just know that he'll be back," he stood up.

"So, before that happens, I'll be the one who'll look for him; of course, I need to learn more about this thing first. Alisa, Arthur, please guide this lost boy."

He ran his fingers through the map, tracing the path he planned to take while making sure not to touch any of the major cities. Betting his journey through countless wild animal-infested forests and treacherous mountain tops to the map he took from the royal library that will take him to the other end of the continent.

Optimism kept him exhilarated thanks to the survival skills he was forced to take as a child, not knowing what awaits him, "I should avoid the villages in our territory and pass through the forest here. It will be dangerous but that should take me two weeks to reach the Republic of Matthiola, a journey that would take months if I were to follow the usual route of carriages," he couldn't help but smile as he finally went past the abandoned well.

"Isn't this exciting, Alisa, There might not be monsters here, but I'll get to go on an adventure like Sasha."