Through The Eyes Of A Daemon

Through The Eyes Of A Daemon

Sage stretched out from his nap and gently outstretched his ocean-blue dress so it covers his knees when he raised them up to his chest. He had been running inside the forest of butterflied faeries and stags along with their mates, the does. Sage wondered if he somehow passed out in a deep slumber for dawn had approached.

He predictied his father, Lord Blaize Diamond would call out to him to come home. Closing his feminine-like eyes, he waited for his father to hollar out to him from the kindgom which will happen in three....two....one....

"Sage! Where are you?!" Lord Blaize called out from a distance, just as Sage predictied. His father's tone sounded frantically worried.

Getting up, he noticed a doe coming towards him shyly. Smiling, he held his right hand up, symbolizing he was no threat. The doe came to him slowly and sniffed his hand then licked it.

Sage giggled when the doe licked him and patted her on the head before they departed.

Sage Diamond was about to approach the kindgom when two strong men patted him on his hard.

"Hey little brother! We've been worried sick." Cyril, the eldest one stated, wrapping his arm around his youngest brother's shoulders, smiling broadly.

"Got father worried most of all." Slade, the other brother said, his tone sounding more mature than the rest even though everyone knew, he wasn't.

The youngest looked at each of his brothers one at a time then smile. A smile which could make any women jealous and any men fall for. He knew exactly what his father will tell him, not because he can predict it, but because he had heard it a million times in his life.

His father was waiting up ont he balcony which was connected to his master bedroom. When he saw three figures of his sons, a smile formed on his lips and he raced downstairs to gather them all in his arms.

"Come, it is almost time to feast." Lord Diamond said, leading them all inside into the banquet hall where other lords and ladies waited.

***

Their mother await at the table, her figures similar to that of Sage. They could have been mother and daughter or even sisters, they looked so much alike, in both appearance and manner except for their eyes, Sage had scarlet eyes, very diffrent from both his mother and father. No one really knows where he got them.

Lady Diamond's eyes bestold silver coins but like their father can too see the past, present, and future. Rising from her seat, the rest rised and bowed to the Lord, Lady, and their sons.

"Come, sit, let us keep our wonderous guest waiting and famished." Lady Diamond stated, her tone gentle but with a hint of fierce which makes all the men and women tremble if they ever cross her.

Taking her husband's arm and connecting them to her's, they lead thier guests back down at the table to feast their hearts and stomachs out.

***

Night approached, everyone was asleep except for Sage. He woke up with a start, he had that same dream. A man, in a long hooded cloak, a silver broad sword on his lift side and gloved hands, when he turned around, his right eye was made out of glass.

"I am Marethyu." It always said, over and over. "I am Marethy, I am Marethyu".

Who was Marethyu?Sage felt like he had seen him before, he just didn't know when and where.

Dawn was approaching, Sage got up and decided to put on his boyish clothing instead of his regluar attair of skirts and dresses. But even though he was wearing boyish attair(s), he still looked feminine.

"Moring father." Sage said, ignoring his father's surprised look.

"Moring son. Did you sleep at all last night?" He asked, placing a comfort hand on his shoulder.

Sage hesitated for a moment for he had never told anyone about the dream he's been recieving ever night.

"No, I keep having these dreams." He said, his tone both nervous and concerned.

Lord Diamond looked into his son's eyes in wonder and concern before nodding his head.

"Let's go to the Scryer, she'll know what to do." He said leading the way until Sage stopped them.

"In the dream, there was a voice, sounded like mine, but deeper. "I am Marethyu" it would say. Who is he?" Sage asked reading his father's impression.

His impression turned