At Birth

Next to the Queen, Ajab could tell the normal reserved spot for the King was vacant – hehe, talk about pleasant news. Things were best this way, at least there would not be extra lessons on how to best use the family techniques, one could say the King should be proud enough for the ones he could implement, why still stress it? Energies were meant to be conserved, if one knew what he meant.

Well, all things in place, he had better get to why he was there – and cause he wanted to of course (that should not be overlooked for any reason).

With his redefined reasons and motives, the eyes of Ajab got back it's glints, and with it, his lips curled into an excited smile as he began walking in calm strides towards the center of the train grounds.

Looking from where she sat graciously, the Queen thought he looked like a fluffy cloud, calmly making it's way through the sky, a tiny dot. At the same time she got pulled into her sea of memories.

Others might not understand, but her child was really her all, looking at him making his way very grandly, made her think back to his birth – five years ago and for some reasons it looked like just days ago.

For someone who could just puncture things through with her axe, or loop heads off and problems would be solved, having that little thing come out of her changed her world in ways she could hardly explain, even the King's love did not cause her that much change.

The birth of her son came with a challenge that her way of solving could not solve.

At his birth, he was thought dead, as he did not give out any cry, only doing so after being slapped silly by the royal midwife – despite not being the one that was taking those hits, she cringed, as she saw her tiny son being wooped silly, if not that the royal midwife was someone she really knew, she really would have torn her to pieces at that moment, but even then, she was scared, he really wasn't making any sounds, till he finally did.

He barely ate, and mostly laid quiet. She had thought, maybe with a little aging, he would be more active, maybe he was just a calm and collected fellow, she would think so on many days.

But with each passing moon, his strength either remained weakly the same or just got weaker. A prince that at a year old, could only eat– barely –and wriggle his arms, was not something any kingdom would take too well. Even she as a mother and person, found herself faced with something she couldn't instantly solve.

With each passing time, she got more humbled, spending most of her days cuddling her son in front of the sacred stone in the palace temple, the one built in for respects, going in day in, day out, pleading to the goddess, but as if not heeding at all, nothing changed for her son, he was just barely alive.

No physician wasn't seeked out, even from her clan, and the King's, even the High Priestess was rendered helpless.

To get to the point where her axes could not be wielded, was something a maniac like herself had never encountered. She had a strong bloodline and the King's was even stronger, so to have a child that weak was supposed to be unheard of, but even with this bloodlines coursing through his veins, it made no difference, his health was even detoriating.

But everything changed that night at the front of the sacred stone. She had gone to render her pleas with her child cuddled in her arms, being two years of age did him no justice, her eyes were saturated with tears. Just there, where she was, sulking and sulking in pleas. It clearly could be felt, the vibration from the sacred stone. It shook thoroughly, splitting it two, and for the first time her child could wail in a normal voice, devoid of every single weakness prior, as if encountering a new birth, and since then, her joy had known no bounds. Though then news the next morning was not pleasing, as it brought news of the High Priestess's death.

And now look at him, walking grandly –maybe too grand, probably, recompensation for days when he couldn't. She thought.

Seeing the Prince making his way to the center of the train grounds, Lord Halh began making his way out the center of the grounds to the sides, leaving the floor for those who were to use it.

Standing with his mind perfectly clear and his clothing soaked sweat, Elmah decided to not be bothered with his surroundings, especially the presence of the one person who really had no good intentions for him –his father, Duke Ecnes.