A teary-eyed Sebastian moved towards his room.
It was a small room with a bed, table and a wardrobe. The Sunlight entered through the only but large window glass fell on the pillow.
As he made his way to the bed he remembered something and turned.
He reached out for his wardrobe and opened it as he started undressing himself.
He opened his shirt and took out a towel and wiped his sweat.
He took out another shirt from the wardrobe and put it on.
Huff.
Sebastian sighed in tiredness as his body came into contact with the soft mattress.
His small body seemingly gave up on consciousness as his eyes drooped and the sleep started to overpower him.
Zzzz
It was only a few minutes before he was in the sweet embrace of sleep.
A frown appeared on the face of the boy like he was having some kind of nightmare the rate of the frown increased with time alongside his sweating.
"Ahh"
The boy woke up in horror as he looked at his surrounding.
He jumped out of bed and tried to open the window to allow the wind inside his room.
His small height didn't help in this case as he tried his best.
But after quite a struggle he managed to open the window.
Shoosh
A strong wind entered the Room cooling down his body.
His mind calmed down alongside his body as he brought out a small tool from underneath the bed.
He sat on the tools he looked at the simple dress and the towel curled on the side of the room.
He looked outside at the greenery from the window and somewhat enjoyed the vast garden in the royal palace.
But he felt a shiver.
Still unknown if it was from the nightmare or the wind.
He remembered the accident from a few days ago.
The time he nearly died.
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In the royal palace, jovial screams of children playing could be heard as they run and made their way through the corridors of the palace.
Many children could be seen and among them was a black-haired, black-eyed child.
He was none other than Sebastian.
His eyes were full of life and excitement unlike now.
He was wearing a tunic with exquisite embroidery which remained the same on the breechings.
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Sebastian ran zigzagging through the corridors taking advantage of the home turf.
The children appearing the same age as he was running behind him.
They screamed at the top of their lungs with excitement indicating that the game was at its peak and any interference will ruin the fun.
The butlers of the palace knew it as they tailed these young masters and mistresses.
They protected the ornaments of the corridor and were on the lookout for any trouble these little demons would cause but they didn't dare to stop them as many of them were children of high-ranking nobles.
The run continued and the children followed led by Sebastian towards the king's court.
Sebastian as long as he can remember was fascinated by the golden door but he didn't dare to touch it until one day he went alongside his father and went inside the room.
"Follow me quietly" his father said and he complied.
It was more than he expected.
The long glass windows on the large walls were decorated with different colour glasses depicting various warriors on the battlefield.
The paintings on the roof alongside the chandeliers were so high that he might have fallen backwards if he tried to look at them.
The sheer size of the room was enough to make the child feel powerless as he looked around the room.
The throne at the end of the room on the elevated surface was alluring and looked even more majestic as the colourful glass pane of the window behind the throne depicted a man with a sword in his hand and a crown on his head.
The light entering through it made it seem that the man behind the throne was guarding the if anyone dared to sit on it.
He was intimidated.
But soon his eyes fell on a high-top stone table in front of the throne.
On top of it was a small spherical object with intrinsic patterns all over it.
" Here" he heard his father say.
And before he could observe anything his father led him through another door in the hall and never to see the hall again.
' Today is my only chance ' he thought.
Because many nobles gathered today for some business and as they brought their children to the capital Sebastian found his opportunity.
Since he cannot enter the place as many butlers and soldiers protected the court he under the guise of playing was leading them towards the room.
The butlers couldn't touch the children due to their status and the soldier were sent to the meeting room for better protection of the nobles.
' Now ' Sebastian thought as he made his way towards that door.
That object never left his mind.
He later learned from his father it was called THE GOD'S EYE.
It was a precious weapon of the royal family and was rooted in that table of the court with protection and enchantments all over it so no one could steal it.
It was a symbol of pride for the royal family and today is the day he, Sebastian Ernest, will take a closer look at it.
Creak.
He opened the door and went inside.
"Hahaha"
The laughter of the children drew closer as they made their way towards the room the leading kid entered.
" Young master " screams of a few butlers were heard behind them.
'Finally' he thought as he made his way to the KING'S COURT, an area out of his reach.
He looked at the surroundings to see many decorations here and there.
A large table in the centre of the hall with wooden seats only on one side facing the throne.
Few permanent seats perpendicular to the throne on either side starting from the starting of the elevated platform of the throne and ending before the table.
And there it was.
On the right side of the throne on the elevated platform on the high-top table.
THE GOD'S EYE.
As the group of children entered the room excitedly looking at all the decorations.
Sebastian took one of the wooden chairs on top of the elevated platform and placed it near the high-top table.
He climbed up on the chair and looked at the spherical object as if he was enchanted by it, unable to think and probably unaware of his surroundings.
As the other children played around and were being apprehended by their butler he looked at that golden ball with intrinsic patterns which looked beautiful but made no sense.
It looked like one of the creepiest but one of the most beautiful objects on the planet.
It felt alive but felt inanimated.
It was giving a feeling of serene but chaotic energy.
It was like an accumulation of contradictions.
He wanted to run away from it but also to touch it.
He wanted to understand it.
Like it was saying to him, 'Take me away'
He could hear the scream of a butler saying him not to touch it but felt he was not himself anymore.
He was something more, something different.
Something that cannot be understood was calling him.
He could see his hand move towards the ball with any will.
He didn't have any will perhaps things were with the flow of nature itself.
The moment his finger touched the golden ball, the intrinsic patterns glowed with brightness as an eyelid opened in the ball showing a golden mechanical eye.
The golden eye met his own and.....
Everything went dark.