I woke up early, as always, I checked down on Sir, he was still asleep, I got out of bed and went to the ‘Stable’, that’s where horses are kept, I found out from Latossa that the two men just left, I hoped they will find what they left for.

I sat down next to her, Latossa. She was truly beautiful, she had dark brown hair, and had her father’s clear grey eyes, and her mother’s freckles, her skin was pale, her nose was small, and so was her mouth, and red and beautiful. She was stunning.

“Wvi! What luck! I wanted to talk to you!”

“Really, well, here am I, talk as much as you like.”

“Ha! Alright, so, tell me, what was it like in the middle of the sea?”

“It was...wild? I feel that I am not going to answer this question as good as Sir, if you want to know about the sea and the creatures in it or anything that is.”

“But weren’t you in the sea with him?”

“I was, but I was busy doing his instructions, along with the crew.”

“Doesn’t he work?”

“No, he actually hates labour.”

“Well, isn’t he a lazy one! It makes wonder how does the crew treated him.”

“Well, it’s a complicated matter, but let’s say he was very well respected among them. They wouldn’t build a thing without him. He’s gifted after all, and he’s well known for his gifts.”

“I witnessed his wit, no need to tell me. But just so you know, it’s not only him with the out-standish talent, you as well, you sound more rational and considerate than my brother, who is very much older than you!”

“Thanks, you flatter me, but I know, I am not him. ‘Because of his wit and his display, he gives off the impression that you can’t expect him, that he’s ambiguous, it’s what makes him kind of charming, but surely dreadful’.”

“A clear instance of your talent, one point goes to me!”

“No, it’s just that I’m so much of an admirer of him, and that wasn’t my saying, it was a crewmate’s.”

“You really idolize him, don’t you?”

“Well, that’s true.”

“Doesn’t matter I’m sticking to my opinion...There was also Kisrus, he was unusual himself, that lad.”

“Would you tell me about him some more?”

“You seem to know him ... DO YOU KNOW HIM?”

“As much as your mother’s story of him will inform.”

“Ouf... So, she spoke about him then, well, he might be now as old as Periergeia, or slightly older, he was the youngest out of the three of us, one year younger than me, five than Banto, he was... reckless, but he had something special in him, if was said he’ll do something, he’ll either do it, or ‘die trying’.”

“Way different than Sir in that respect.”

“Is he?”

“Sir favours life to anything else, no matter what it is, he said to me that we do things to live, not live to do things.”

“It has a nice ring to it.”

“It does.”

“Well, enough talk now, let’s eat!”

“Okay, I’ll wake Sir up.”

I went back to our room, to witness that Sir had pissed himself.

He wetted his bed.

“Yeah, I did that, don’t blame me, I couldn’t quite control myself.”

“It’s... okay.”

I approached Sir to help him change, but he refused:

“No, no. It shouldn’t be you; it should be prince charming! Yes, call him here, I’ll teach him to take responsibility!”

“Wait, how did you ‘sense’ me?”

“I saw you; I can see now; I can also feel touch.”

“Really?! Then, you might have been right about the poison yesterday.”

“Probably, now call him here, I don’t care if he’s asleep, eating, whatever, just bring him in.”

I meant to leave the room, and just as I am opening the door to leave, Mr Perses storms in, knocking me back, flat on the ground.

I didn’t holler, I knew better not to do that.

“Sorry boy, here.”

He helped me to get up.

“Well, scent’s bad in here, smells like somebody pissed himself.”

“The clever man never misses, I did, and YOU, are going to take care of that.”

“Aren’t you the gentleman! Just in case, you didn’t... ‘crap’ yourself too, did you? Pray say you didn’t!”

“Language of the ‘kings’, you just met me and you’re this vulgar already. What happened to the prince yesterday? No, I didn’t, but hurry, I might!”

“It’s just that you feel to me like an old friend, anyway, I came here to take care of the task, I keep my word.”

“You have spare clothes?”

“You’re lucky, we do.”

Then, Mr Perses lifted Sir by his belt, and got outside, leaving me alone in the room. Sir’s bedsheet was now understandably filthy, and it must be cleaned therefore, and as went to pick it up, I noticed that the pillow was kind of wet, in a symmetrical kind of way on sides, come to think of it, Sir had some red in his eyes.

So, even HE cries. Even he has that ‘Pride’.

...

Perses, after he had pulled me out of the bed, was heading with me to the ocean, he showed incredible resistance and patience, I guess he has some kind of remorse over his former deed.

“Excuse my language earlier, I may be a royal blood, but I’ve been raised within common folk most of my life.”

“Don’t worry about it, now tell me, are they really your relatives?”

I was curious about it, he stood out as the black sheep, so it was obvious he didn’t take part of the family, then, why did they adopt him? What kind of relation they have? What are their reasons?

“No, they aren’t, back then when I was just a child, my parents suffered the injustice of the commons because of my father’s blood, whose head had been severed after he killed in self-defence, my late mother died of starvation following, I was then left alone, I, thanks to my build, endured years of dirt and misery in those common villages, I ran from one to another, until the Yenkings came and saved me, they accepted my ancestry, they made me a king among them, and took good care of me.”

“Nice people, aren’t they?”

“Quite.”

By the ocean, he took off my clothes and started washing them, I could feel the sand and the breeze on my skin, and see the twilight that is about to be coloured blue. It’s was serene scene I never had gotten tired of.

Sometime then, he finished washing my clothes, and came later on, picked me up to bath me. He put my lower half in water, and started splashing my upper one with water with one hand, while holding me by the other.

He finished bathing me, got out of the ocean, and gave me spare clothes, he said those where his when he was 15, they fitted anyhow. I must say however that he’s quite the giant.

As he picked me up one again to head back to the house.

He could have killed me right there.

He could have forced me to be his slave.

But he didn’t, he couldn’t.

A weakness of his? Yes. Isn’t he’s stronger that what I’ll ever be? why so? He has a strong body indeed, yet that still doesn’t make him powerful than myself, a human is not only a body, a human is a system of many entities. He could be physically stronger that me, but his ideals and morals, which govern his every move and thought, are working in my favour, in other words, he’s weaker than me.

Power and weakness, it’s this duality of weakness and power that makes us unite and evolve, why? It’s simple! We humans, in a way or another, are needing! Lacking! And, as power is the ability to provide value, and weakness is the lack of that ability, we live by leaching on to each other, or as society, which itself is the biggest manifestation of this fact, would word, ‘cooperating’ with each other, a term that is not necessarily wrong, but, well... lacking. You see, society was founded on and for the sole goal of the survival of its individuals, by the original relation that ties its members, the give-and-take relationship, to compensate for each’s weaknesses. In order for it to sustain itself, society needed to be needed, and it needed rules. Society was indeed needed for it was the only way the weak sides of humans could become strong, and rules were no problem by then. With the factor of time, society grew more and more powerful and dominant, its rules became more and more important, and since it wasn’t of much importance anymore, the original cause of society was forgotten -survival that is- for society then to be in itself a cause, a final cause, and all of its members would throw their individuality away, working to please this never-so-powerful an entity.

Why do you behave like this or that, you ask them? They would answer differently, but surely will all agree, that it’s for ‘the greater good’, or because it’s ‘right’, or because doing the opposite is ‘wrong’, that, or they’ll make excuses if what they’re doing is wrong, it’s all delusions, it’s all to just please society, it’s all just to fit in.

I am free, free from the shackles of right and wrong at least, because of one thing and one thing only, not my looks, nor my might. It’s because I value one thing, and that is survival, my own survival, and I’ll use whatever I can to keep my being, I care not for ‘the greater good’, I care not for ‘right and wrong’, such concepts could go to hell for all I care. Depending on my survival, may this society be doomed, or may it be even god.