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The War of Nobles (Novel) (IN PROGRESS)

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Re: The War of Nobles (Novel) (IN PROGRESS)

Post by RabidFox » Sat Nov 25, 2017 5:33 pm

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Surrounded by only his own energy, Arturur stood his ground, ready to dig in his heels. Nothing was going to break his back. Both hands were balled up in fists, and he raised his right hand, prepared to strike out with everything he had. The pixie closed his eyes, concentrating deeply. He thought about the main computer, thought about how it controlled everything, thought about how the gods used it to monitor their children. Everything they did, good and bad, smart and foolish. All of that was recorded and used to better Alastair. Every time someone smiled, every time someone frowned. Each and every activity done in each and every way. Limitless data pouring into the endless memory. Nothing ever forgotten, and all things weighed against each other. Arturur had to be clever. He had to use the main computer to overwhelm and defeat his opponents. No one could think as literally as the Prince. Only he knew how to truly connect his mind to the machines that carried out the will of the gods.

Since his first steps, he had been leading the world. As its last and permanent prince, every word he said and every action he made decided the fate of his people. Even in his youngest days, the computer was watching him, trying to predict his choices as best as it could. Trying to tie even the smallest differences to the greatest change. There wouldn't be much to determine from the beginning of his childhood, only a few noticeable traits that did not fit into the same mould as everyone else. But what was destined was so. And that was that Arturur would be the last in a line of princes and his father the last in a line of kings.

His reign had already began. Since he was a child, he had been making life changing decisions. The pixie had not understood it then, and even hated it. But as he grew, he realized more and more why his input was so desperately needed. The Old Ones could only control young daemons so much. Even the wisest of people did not know everything. The gods, as well as the Old Ones and the Guardians from the Edge, needed Arturur's special thinking to close the final gaps in fundamental and basic psychology. With this knowledge, mental illness had been vanishing at great rates, education was vastly improving, and government was growing its last roots. Arturur did not even have to explain anything. Amazing knowledge was apparent in his day to day life. Words created betterment, of course, but the effect was already so large and widespread just to watch his physical behaviour alone.

However, the gods, the Old Ones, the Guardians from the Edge, and all daemons who knew of the way he lived... they were all deeply upset. Arturur was a good person certainly, but they feared the illness that crippled him, the psychological turmoil that brought him great unease. He was always believing things that others felt outrageous. Yes, they could always accept it from him, yet they still didn't want him to think in such a way. It was their duty to take care of him, to keep him healthy. They wanted good health for all people, though, the Prince was obviously of utmost importance. Alas, they had not been able to find a humane way to remove the dreaded thoughts. They couldn't just beat it out of him. And even the Old Ones in their great wisdom were stunned to learn that they could not control a mere little boy! A special man he was, and special care was definitely needed. But all people could agree that, one day, he would make a fine regent. One day, he would rule as "King".

While Diego would always get that title back in time—It was his own personal destiny—the Crowned Prince, like all princes before him, had to have the opportunity to have that power. It was a necessary lesson for him, and he would indeed be carrying far more on his shoulders than previous rulers, who it was their calling to rule only once. Still, it had been the duty of Wendell to prepare him for this future, and when you were royalty and everyone around you expected a flawless performance, no matter how aggressive or assertive you could be, they would most definitely get inside your head.

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Re: The War of Nobles (Novel) (IN PROGRESS)

Post by RabidFox » Sun Dec 03, 2017 6:12 pm

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A fever to a daemon was not an illness, but a strong, overwhelming emotion. And Arturur definitely had a fever in the way that daemons got fevers. His mind was scattered, and emptying at a rapid rate. He was in bed, eyes closed, feeling like he was being hit with a force beyond measure as had been the case since he had arrived. Now it was breaking him down, crippling his thought processes, and destroying his sense of self. It was like he was floating around, his existence barely contained. Like his spirit kept leaving the room.

Diego was beside him, trying as hard as he could to not just be a good father, but a father at all. He felt like he was terribly out of practice, only ever having had Abner to gauge himself against. All those years, he had thought that Abner was so much like Arturur, but it was almost as if the two had nothing in common. Other than being white pixies and doctors, Abner was this troubled, trouble making kid, and Arturur was seemingly just a strange blend of softness and hardness.

The Prince was either extraordinarily sensitive or he was dumbfoundingly nasty. Nothing he said was ever aimed to hurt another's feelings, but instead was mere rawness, a rawness so raw that no one could compute it. Honesty was the best way to describe it. Of course, Arturur was clearly troubled and he clearly loved to cause mischief. However, for a reason that Diego didn't understand, his son was not identifying as a disturbed, young destroyer—He wouldn't admit to any of it at all. It was like he was an entirely different person, someone that wasn't Arturur. And the Prince seemed to be fine with that, with obscuring his personality by never truly opening up. The rare times that he did, a person saw only the smallest glimmer of truth.

Arturur was not only the oddest little boy that he had ever seen. He was also the smartest person he had ever known. In Diego's eyes and the eyes of all those meeting the young Prince, they all saw a very powerful rock of intelligence. Arturur had to be quite clever to know how to hide himself so well. Most things he could never enshroud, being so simple minded, but the most interesting things he had a knack for keeping secret. Why he wanted to resort to shadows, no one knew, but if only they could see what cowardice that he held inside, then they would know who he was. They would know the man before them.

Diego reached out a hand and brushed back the upright spikes of hair on Arturur's head. The Prince had fallen asleep, unaware of anything but his own dreams. The King held his son's form in his mind, studying it. Nothing he could think of could make it all make sense. There was just this young man here, lying in his own bed at last. His own country, his own town, his own room. And right now, his own dreams. Diego was still so young himself, but he couldn't think of Arturur like anything but a child seeing the world for the first time. At least Diego learned. Arturur, on the other hand, never learned. Oh, he got smarter. And smarter and smarter and smarter. But the Prince was always like a very small child. His mind didn't work the same, his wording was very literal and kept hitting all these walls that frustrated him into silence.

And Diego was okay with that. He had always known that Arturur was supposed to be like a permanent kid, no matter how much he aged. Afterall, the King knew Abner, and Abner was like that too. But Abner was so much bigger than Arturur, and Abner could actually do something that other people could understand as thinking. Yet Arturur didn't seem to think. He seemed to live, and that was all. Like a little, little kid. He just lived. There was no sudden comprehension of his surroundings. He built up his castles of knowledge. And he just lived.

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Re: The War of Nobles (Novel) (IN PROGRESS)

Post by RabidFox » Thu Dec 07, 2017 7:23 pm

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