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"A child is lost."

"A child..."

"He's lost..."

"...lost..."

A flash of white skin, the mesh of black hair and a young exotic-looking boy ran through the market place. What's new with children being lost in the market?

He was shouting but his words seem mute as he shouted the name. Occasionally, he stopped to ask any random person a few questions.

"Have you seen my father?"

"Have you seen Lord Lewis?"

No one listened to him. And these people had no idea that they were actually ignoring the son of the country's governor.

Eventually, he got tired or running and shouting. He stopped at the crossroads and under the shade of a large lonesome tree that firmly stood in the market road. His green eyes were filled of worry as those deep greens scanned the area quickly in search for either his father, his mother or even his grandmother and brother.

"Daddy!" He shouted, not caring at the people who stared at him nastily. No one bothered to help him. He felt as lonely as this tree standing here. He grown tired once again and sat on the dirty ground, curling into a ball, cupping his hands over his ears so that he wouldn't have to hear the people talk abut him. Then he heard someone call out his name. The voice had sounded desperate and it was clear and near. A figure of a man was running towards him. His black out outline was getting clear to him as he advanced. He finally saw a glimpse of the man's fiery red hair.

"Daddy!" He shouted, running towards the man.
"Silas!" And the father and son locked into a warm hug. The father lifted his son from the ground and the boy giggled. They looked different but their green eyes sparkled the same, showing pure ecstasy.

"A prince doesn't go disappearing like that. Neither does he run nor shout when lost." He put Silas down and pinched his cheeks four times.

"A prince stays at one place and is always calm about situations. I know that but I was panicking. I don't remember things when I'm in panic mode, Daddy."

"Yeah, right." Lewis said, pinching his son's pale cheek four times again. This had become his habit.

"But, Daddy, I don't want to become a prince. You are the country's only and best prince! I mean, governor."

"Oh, talk all you want but it's in your blood as a Clemency- Muñoz. You'll be governor after me."

"But-but-but... I'm lazy! I'm irresponsible! I'll do a bad job running this country!" He protested.

"But, it's inevitable that you'll be the governor after my term is done."

"But-"

"Shut up! I'll be proud of you when you're seated on the throne."

"Okay, but promise me something, Dad. Promise me you'll always be here for me. If not, then always be here for Mommy and Azriel. Don't leave me any more."

"Leave?" He looked at his son in a puzzled way. "Where would I go without my family? It's like living without a soul! And, it was you who slipped from my grip when you got attracted by those shiny watches." Silas did not argue about that because he had gone away to look at those shiny watches but then he never expected to get lost. Suddenly, Lewis picked up Silas and tossed him in the air but caught him safe in his arms. Silas laughed at the fun feeling of being suspended in the air. Lewis did that again and again and again until...

BANG!

And a gunshot was heard.

It was like a blur and it all seemed like a small dream. The next thing Silas knew, he was lying on the ground, breathless and staring at the tree's leaves.

"Daddy?" He questioned softly. "Daddy, you're squishing me." He whined. He squirmed free from Lewis' fallen figure and stood up, looking surprise to see a huge red stain on his shirt. He turned to his father and rolled him, gasping as he saw that Lewis' head and chest had been shot twice. He knelt by his father's side and held his hand, giving it a squish. His heart skipped a beat that the Lewis' hand squished his back.

"Seeing you alive makes me happy..." Lewis whispered so soft as if he was talking to the wind. Then his bloody hand felt his son's face. He gave it two pinches on his cheek. " Just be careful of the... th-the.." He pinched Silas' cheek a third time. "The Dea..." He used the last ounce of his strength to pinch him affectionately. "Deauxnim." And his hand dropped down as his eyelids drastically closed. Silas felt sadness like a sword pierced through his heart all of a sudden. He never really cried but he knew what it was like to feel emotions like desperation and depression. He lay down beside his father's corpse and closed his eyes as some strange mist enveloped him and lulled him to sleep.

*******

"Is Silly dead?"

"Hush, Azriel."

"But, gamma..."

Silas' eyelids fluttered open. "I'm not dead yet, Azriel." He hissed at his small red-headed brother. "But you has blood on shirt!" The little boy reasoned. "True, but that doesn't mean I'm dead."

Their grandmother Carmine put down Azriel and examined at her son's dead body. Unlike Silas, she was unable to conceal her great sadness as three tears trickled down her cheeks. The bodyguards came behind them and lifted the body of the governor. A silence was prolonged until Silas finally asked, "Where's Mom?" Then Azriel replied, "We couldn't find her."

"But you and Mom were together, right? Granny Carmine, why did you leave Mom?"

"Talking to me like that, eh? You sound like Lewis, though. That brusque tone makes me miss him." Her voice cracked but she continued to speak. "Blame little Az for wanting to see the llamas and cats they're selling at the market's entrance."

Silas sternly looked at his brother and finally shook his head while doing the tsk-tsk-tsk as what Lewis does when disappointed. "Emily will come back home. I'm sure of that so no need to worry for the both of you." She told the boys. "Let's go home. Maybe she's already there." She picked up Azriel and carried him with one hand while she held Silas with her free hand. They walked together, going to the car, noticing the bloody massacre as they walked their way out of the market.

"What a massacre..." Carmine commented. "Damn those Deauxnimen."

"What did you say, Granny?

"Nothing." She lied.

"I heard the word 'deauxnim.' You know, that was Dad's last word."

"Oh, really, my dear?"

"Granny!" He snapped. "What is it?"

"Deauxnim." Azriel said.

"What does it mean? What is it? Answer me, Granny."

"You'll find out in time, my boy."
Prologue: [link]

This is the first chapter of a story called "Deauxnim La Renta." :la:
This is a collab work of literature between me and my wife. Okay, just kidding! :XD:
I'm writing a chapter and my partner's writing a chapter, too. Then, we merge both of our stories to create the final and best chapter. :la:
It's kinda long if you ask me but it's only because of the spaces. :rofl: (I think)
We'll keep on writing until the whole book 1 is done and published and sold out 'cause it just became the year's best-selling book. Haha, just dreaming that part only. :la:

Who can't wait for Chapter 2??? O_o

Silas, Lewis, Azriel and Carmine Muñoz © ~Facade-Dreams
Emily Johansen- Muñoz © *PeculiarChemicalista
© 2010 - 2024 PeculiarChemicalista
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sysiongkerz's avatar
What does it mean, "Deauxnimen"??

Who is speaking here? How many are they? It feels like ghost?
"A child is lost."
"A child..."
"He's lost..."
"...lost..."
Honestly, this is kind of good style to Start a story... but explain to me your style...

haha...
don't worry
:hug: