Inheritance

~Kaiźer~

~ A young Prince is Born from past Ashes of Orphanage ~

Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves, Kaiźer followed behind his escort. The man was dressed in the servants livery to the royal house but that meant nothing to Kaiźer for he had no idea as to why he was being summoned to the throne room. He’d been woken when the night sky still simmered with stars by his mother to be told he had to dress in his best attire.

Not questioning her request, he had chosen a red silk coat with gold trimming over a cream colored shirt with baggy sleeves that flared out through the diamond cuts in the shoulders and elbows of the coat. He’d then tied his hair up with a white ribbon and set it in a high ponytail. With deft hands, he’d formed an elegant bow with the ribbon before jumping about till his pants were securely in place. Finally he’d put on his shoes and went downstairs.

It was then that he’d gotten his first shock of the day. Sitting proudly before his family home, a carriage of white ivory stood tall, its presence secured to four huge white stations that had tossed their heads at his and his mother’s appearance.

Now here he was walking through the castle he had grown up in, chasing Abika about the halls as they played tag together. Passing a marble statue of the king and queen with arms raised high, a flag of victory in their hands, he thought of the girl he loved and where she could be this early in the morning. The sun had yet to rise, but he was sure she was off training like always. He wished he was with her instead of here dressed in this ridiculous getup. But he couldn’t refuse a kings summons.

They finally stopped in front of the large doors engraved with jackals and shadow creatures from the deep, and Kaiźer swallowed past the large lump that had formed in the back of his throat. He hoped his being here wasn’t for some wrong doing he had no memory of. He’d given no reason to be summoned so why was he here.

Looking over at the servant, he raised an eyebrow, but the man gave no reaction to his silent plea for answers. All he did, was hold up a finger before stare ping through the side servant door. Kaiźer only had to wait a few seconds before he heard the mans voice boom throughout the room hidden from him by the towering double doors before him.

“May I present to you, Kaiźer Von Balkin of house Balkin, second son to Lord and Lady Balthazar Von Balkin and Sarah Von Balkin!”

Kaiźer’s eyes went wide as his palms shot through with cold sweat as the huge doors swung open on silent hinges to present him with a room full of cheering Nobles and Commoners alike. He saw both the Dema’s as well as those with Magic within the crowds, their aura’s forming a colorful miasma of dull gray’s and sharp colors of every hue.

Taking his first step into the room, he fell into pace with two flower girls as they tossed white petals into the air and onto the red carpet that ran the length of the great hall. Looking ahead, Kaiźer’s throat dried up as he saw his mother and father standing on either side of the throne. And in that throne sat Kaznik, the King of the Jackals, lord of the Forgotten Mountains and the land behind where the fairies held sanctuary.

The journey across the length of the room seemed to take an eternity, but as he walked, he held his head high and kept his shoulders back like his mother had taught him, and was proud to see that she noticed, her lips curving into a slight smile as she watched him. His father, the Lord of the Blood Jackals and War hero to the King, raised his fist in show of respect and Kaiźer beamed within at the praise.

His anxiety was fading with the sight of his parents, but by the time he reached the base of the stairs leading to the throne, he had to force himself to stop from wiping his hands on his pants. He hoped he wasn’t as pale as he felt, and as he placed his foot upon the first step, he licked his lips as he rose above the crowds. He soon stood between his parents, who turned to stand shoulder to shoulder with him as he faced the King, who sat reclined casually within the throne that was said to be forged from the gold crowns of all the past kings and queens before.

The man raised a hand casually, and the crowds quieted. He looked around as the rooms inhabitants looked on in anticipation to why the second in the Young one’s rankings was being summoned so suddenly. Kaiźer had a feeling it would be the talk of the kingdom for weeks, but for what reason he knew not. All he could do was stand stoic as the large man regarded him silently. Finally, the man spoke softly so only he could hear.

“Kaiźer, we took you into our embrace as a NewBlood when you were of the Age of Nine and you were accepted into the Balkin Family that has served me for Generations. Such an honor is rarely bestowed, and if it hadn’t been for those you call Guardian speaking up for your care, I would not have taken an interest in you. Are you ready for what I am about ask of you even if you know not what i will say?”

Nodding, Kaiźer set his shoulders and the king nodded solemnly. He then stood, and raised his arms wide as he let his voice boom throughout the great room.

“Do you see this Boy worthy of Honor among us?”

The room erupted with cheers and Kaiźer was sure the neighboring kingdoms could hear their praise. The cacophony continued for a while, and it wasn’t till the king placed a finger to lips that curved in a quirky grin, that they quieted.

“Yes, this boy is no longer held by the chains of his orphanage!” Coming to stand before Kaiźer, the man called King took the gold chains of office from around his neck and placed them upon Kaiźer’s shoulders. “He is no longer of low birth, but of royal Heritage of thy name.”

“I, Kaznik Von MorningStar, hereby Take Kaiźer and give him my Sire Name. From This Day Forth, he will be known as Kaiźer Von MorningStar, Third Son to the Jackals Coven and it’s throne.”

Kaiźer was lost for words. He looked between his mother and Father for he could not think of them as anything else, and felt tears threaten as they beamed proudly back at him. Motioning for him to turn with her, his mother took his hand and the two of them faced the crowd that packed the large throne. They all cheered as their King took a small black book from a priest that stood to the side of the throne and slipped it open. From the pages shone a golden light and he chanted in the ancient language as he took his crown from his brow and placed it upon Kaiźer’s head, securing his testimony. He had just officially accepted Kaiźer into his family.

“Now drink and be merry as a new prince has been born!” Gesturing, the king held out his hand —which still held the black book— to the servant from before who had lead Kaiźer through the castle. The older man took the book and placed a cloth sack in the kings palm. “I here by gift Kaiźer Von MorningStar with 20,000 Gold Marks so he may secure his position within the Courts, and in three days time, when he comes of age at 21 years, he will gain access to the royal treasury to do what he desires so long as he takes no prejudice or ill will in such.”

Facing the room once more, Kaznik let magic flow from open palms to light the room him light.

“Now let the young prince’s inauguration feast begin!”

As he spoke, large tables appeared within the air to settle among the people, and from the servant quarters, flowed hundreds of servants and ladies dressed in royal attire. In their hands were plates of food and drinks. They soon mingled as the crowd took samples and plates of food and drink.

Kaiźer watched all this in awe and disbelief. As he was lead down onto the main floor, he thought not of where the red rug had gone or to where the petals had vanished for he was to caught up in the fact that he was now of royalty. But most of all, the biggest though of all that filled his head was of how he would tell Abika of his newly gained status... how would she react to him being a Noble he wondered. He himself couldn’t believe it, and he wondered if she would understand where he could not.

However, when a servant thrust a glass of wine into his and, all thoughts of Abika vanished as he looked around him and realized he was no longer an orphan. He was no longer an orphan! Draining the wine, he grinned. He had a party to enjoy and to hell with the world. He’d deal with that come the morning.