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Chapter 01: Melting White Moon

"Mom, let me wear it myself!" squeal Apple Luchifen.

Hearing the innocent words of the child, she laughed like a queen. "It's okay. After all you're Mom's favorite son, the only one."

"Stay it's big! Why keep pampering, hmpt!" Naughtily puffing his cheeks; hugging Mom; throwing his face away.

"I'm sorry, Your Honor ...." The presence of the male servant broke the warmth.

Turning the blue ball of the sea, he asked Apple to leave. This nine-year-old boy nodded; kissed the mother's milky white fingers; ran past the newly arrived silver-haired youth.

"Where is my husband?"

"For all due respect, your Majesty has not returned Your Majesty."

"When that decision comes down it will surely be a lot of terror. I don't want anything to happen to Apple." When her son left, the woman changed drastically; cold and resolute. Loosening the blue shawl decorating the golden dress, those sea blue eyes were extremely sharp.

The waiter bowed, went after the blonde girl. Outside, Apple cheerfully ran, chasing the nimble butterflies. Do not forget to be watched by two guards strapping near the palace hallway.

"Apple, let's go to school!"

"Yay! Garry!"

Quickly the blonde girl approached, jumped up and down and spread her hands—signs wanted to be carried—while Garry carved a knotty smile, dispelling the blistering from the eyes of argentum.

"Hm? It's big, does it have to be carried?"

"Enormally cool! Garry smells like normal, yeah! Different from others, even Father and Mother ... angel!"

"Ahaha, huh? Apple's met an angel?"

"Not yet! But, meeting them would be like Garry!"

The young man held up an Apple; joking and laughing, unaware of being watched by a dark figure on a tree branch.

"When you heard the news, you were unceasingly watching her," the transparent woman beside the figure spoke up.

"I didn't .. let it go." The cold baritone remained speechless for a long time. However, at that time also women kimono wrapped in wooden laminate lost, as if never on the side of the young man all black.

Back at Luchifenian and Garry's daughter, they entered the horse carriage. The waiter let Apple in first. Before long, the argentum bead swerved on a distant tree—where a mysterious figure. Does this low-ranking person know of his whereabouts? But, there's no one there. Garry snorted, clenching his eyes.

The sound of a whip broke, the carriage of two passengers left.

...-ooO-i...

St. Gardenelia Elementary School has a forest-like garden; villa-like buildings; a tiny train for transportation. Ridiculous indeed, such a school is stylish. Is it because it is for the classy?

Sunlight highlights, the cause of hotter temperatures. The children are scattering, the break time is coming. In the middle of the garden the girl picked the fruit of the same name as him. She is easily recognized by her wavy blonde hair, not forgetting the long braided sideburns on each side.

Finish and carry the basket carefully. Cruel, Apple lapsed; someone pushed it hard until the fruit divorced. Airsickness. Blue eyes full of turquoise staring at the source of the sound—two twins and the pusher. The other kid around immediately ran over, not wanting to interfere, perhaps.

"Ahahaha, look at him in pain!" The twins are sad. "Ah, but she's not crying!"

While the faint brown orange eyes stared emotionlessly at Apple.

Squeezing her clothes, the blonde girl endured chest pain that was more painful than her chafing knees. "Riyle, why are you always like that?"

However, the intended retaliates with an annoyed decak. The grudge he harbored on the Luchifenian kingdom. Wh why? For a noble class kid like him, it is unethical to act like this. Moreover, his own kingdom was an ally to prosper as it is now. Only the royal son of Sathnael dared to be rude to Apple. No one knows the reason, but a very strong grudge could start to destroy.

"I hate you, Luchifen!" riyle snapped right at the red face, accompanied by the laughter of the twins.

Soon, they left Apple. Waving tears at the fertilizer, suck he stood up while the body shook. Hand held contact visible. Looking up until clearly the helper, fishing solace the girl.

"Are you okay, Apple?"

"Vinschen! Umn, thank you. You always help me.”

"Ahahaha, yeah. You're tough." Vinschent smiled kindly, rubbing the head of the girl. Red spread when looking at the charming golden eyes, Apple quickly looked away.

This boy was sprightly, picking up the scattered fruit. Unkindness begins to haunt when Apple sees Vinschent willingly helping out.

Instantly the little fingers snatched the basket in Vischent's hand. "Ah. It's okay, I'm almost done anyway."

"But ...." This girl started to get nervous, those blue eyes were aiming wildly.

"Ahahaha, already. Let's go, let me take it."

Nodding a sign of understanding, Apple began to follow. One step, the sound roared, Apple fell again. Perhaps, limp feet due to pain piercing nerve impulses. Again Vinschent grabbed the tiny hand. He carefully led Apple to a park bench, not far from there.

"We take a break, let me clean your wounds."

"Hu umn, t-thank you," Apple replied nervously.

"No need to 'thank you', it's a gentleman's job!"

"Huh?! You are a little girl!"

"Hey? I want to cheer you up! You are still a little girl!" after all!"

Apple blinked then both laughed, completely naive. The boy pulls a handkerchief out of his pants pocket. Inching, the girl held back the sting as Vinschent cleared the wound.

"I don't understand, why do they hate my kingdom? Though Luchifenian never attacked other kingdoms," said Apple lethargic

Vinschent looked up to hear the bibil cheery's rapping, like he was thinking about something. His golden eyes began to growl. Apple did an innocent gesture, not understanding what happened to the boy.

"Why you?" ask Apple slowly.

Finally returning from his world, Vinschent shook his head to gather focus. "O-oh, no. I'm sure, after the Marquess Revolution decision everything will change!"

"Huh? Ma-mar .. what is it?"

"You don't know? It's a long-standing tradition, the decision to choose a country to be Super Power. Because the country has been replaced by a kingdom, so choose a kingdom."

"Hooo, destination?"

"Everything needs a leader, right? Like the organization, so does the world. That's the way to appoint that leader."

The girl's blue eyes sparkled. Apple clapped, amazed. "Vinschent great! Know a lot of things!"

"Heee, huh? Ahaha, I just spent a lot of time in the library to study. As crown prince, I need to know many things in order to be responsible as successor and ...," Vinschent said.

A quiet place to accompany if Apple does not immediately snatch, "And? And what?"

"As your fiance!" Proudly, the boy said.

Apple's stunned to the point that red is already his face."Vinschent D'Leviantha, you .. fool!"

...-ooO-i...

"Really?!"

"Yes! Won by Luchifenian ...."

...-ooO-i...

"Nurby, Ibu ...."

Glitter-decorated rooms and piles of dolls. Apple has just woken up from a night break, gnawing; stretching; occasionally yawning. He tried to get up, step out the door. Arriving in the hallway, he was surprised by the atmosphere that was so quiet. There were no footsteps or clock ticking. Is it because the kingdom is so big? No, usually downstream maids.

At first the girl wanted to act ordinary, but .. there was no way people would just disappear. He continued to walk through the hallways; visiting each room; looking for other residents. Start walking fast—panik—and call names. No answer, a voice echoed back to him. With the shade he walked slowly on the main room.

"Dad, Mother,” he said moaning, in vain get rid of the ball in the throat, venturing into the dark room in front ....

"Surprise!" Highlight slashing lights, confetti and deafening sprays. Many, all the royal residents here.

"Happy tenth birthday dear." The figure of an early forties man sinking step—near a petite girl—followed by his mother. The three of them were similar; blond; blue eyed. Only the little one who has different eyes is a cloudless daytime sky, tasteless without pupils.

"Dad ...." The balsa wood is squeezing, she's collapsing. The heart pounded in the shock it got, its cry broke. The amused laughter. The man was carrying an Apple, hugging warmly followed by the mother's caress.

He hugged, reluctant to look at his face. The sobs are still clingy, Apple jerks its legs and pulls out a screeching baritone as people try to touch it. Dad carved a knotty smile, raised both shoulders and shook his head. The two blue balls looked at his wife, giving off a gesture. Probably too much.

"Okay, listen! Today is special for the Princess and our kingdom. So let's party! Chef, get the cake out!" The tone of enthusiasm soared, the mother tried to melt the atmosphere.

The agitated parasites turned into big smiles, they cheered to enliven the situation. Busy here and there, the royal servants prepare for the event. Do not forget the round white cake like a tower led to the middle of the room.

"Want to go to the party?" With a slight swing, the father again comforted the little one.

The bruised eye now sees the whole corner. The sobs subsided, warm hands began to gently wipe the tears on Apple's cheeks.

"Fest?" ask Apple innocent.

"Dear, now change clothes. Tuh, wet with your tears. I'll wait here, we'll eat cake."

"Yes?! Yaay!" The crying changed with the smile of a horse. The father again stroked and lowered Apple, relieved face drawn on the face.

The blonde girl rushed towards the graceful lady there. "Mom, I'm going to change clothes!"

"Yes dear. Ask one of the waiters to accompany you, Daddy and Mom want to help out here first, huh?"

"Hu um, don't go anywhere. Cake don't eat, wait for Apple!" Nah, make the woman laugh. Cheerfully, Apple approached one of the maids, pulling a bundle of clothes under— hinting to be delivered.

Leaving the crowded room, the little girl ran down the hall. Quickly open the door and pick a shirt, making the female waiter a hassle. You little boy. Choosing an all-white dress decorated with red ribbon as a tie, want the same color as the cake he thought.

"Hows it? Fits it?" Apple looks happy, smiles widely and swirling. The waiter chuckled at the blond boy's behavior.

The girl glanced at the window until she realized something was wrong. The sky gripped, since when was there a red carving there? Cloudy clouds are hunting, what will the storm be? The moon also gave off an unusual aura. Apple fell silent to see the phenomenon, forgetting to be around.

The sound of the dentum breaks the ear, forcing Apple to refocus. The sound of Shot Gun shooting was heard over and over again.

"Dad! Mama!" Rushing towards the sound source—the main room—the steps are long and fast, leaving the waiter far behind.

The female servant shouted and moved her hands. But the distance had separated, inaudible. In the mind of only one, how were his parents? Worried, the sky blue bead almost spewed out its water. His father gulped, withstanding the cries.

Big white door before the eyes, a little more until. Another bit!

Her steps came to a halt, when the arm was forcefully pulled from behind.

"Mother?! Which father?" His voice still showed concern, almost crying.

Not yet the question was answered, the mother hastened, holding her son away from the main room of the kingdom. They ran through the wind, racing against time.

"What's this, Mom?"

"We're through the back door!"

In a hurry, proved by the question returned unanswered. Sweat poured, plus the fire had ignited the walls, creeping like chasing them. An upset voice sounded tight from the woman, while the little girl had trouble breathing. Coughing, he fell.

Understanding his son had reached the limit, Mother held Apple. They keep running, but until when? Because the steps are careless, holding the weight of his son is also tight of fire bubbles. Perhaps, it will not survive because the wooden hunk was struck by a red hero collapsed right in front.

Without a second thought the blonde lady broke through. Both hands he hugged on the child, hoping not to be scratched a small item. Luckily the jar was weathered, still, Mom was injured by the heat and the wood chips. Perhaps this is the end, the body of the Luchifenian woman collapses.

"Momuu!" Apple's cries broke, as did the sound of umpteenth-time gunfire.

Only one in mind, the safety of the only child. As vigorously as he tried to get up, gritting his teeth; enduring the pain. Not heeding Apple's cry, Mother again pulled her child despite staggering. Blood began to flow from the edge of the curtain of mist blocking the blue eyes to see.

The struggle paid off, they arrived in the royal backyard. From the outside, what a magnificent Luchifenian palace was swallowed by a red jago. His strength was collapsed by fire.

Up here, collapsing he slumped to the ground. What matters is that his son survived. "Apple, go, save yourself."

"Where's Dad? Said there was a party ...."

"Don't be selfish!"

"Engga! I want the same Mother!"

The whistling sound lost to Apple who squealed. Isak got worse seeing Mother helpless, hunting breath. The rest of his energy he let out, with trembling hands touched his son's blushing cheeks, wiping tears lovingly.

"Mother please. Apple, you're the only priceless treasure. Go, Mother is no longer able. As long as you survive .. will keep smiling at you. I will never forget you, nothing can replace this love for you and I hope for your safety, your happiness. Promise me, no fear of loss, do not delay your life, we are always together. Promise me not to spend time in grief, just because you're not around doesn't mean you stop caring about you."

As if wanting to tie time with the threads of words. How sad and beautiful the art is. In his ear, he heard a whisper like a fragment of prayer. It was a prayer in silence, as silent as tears that melted down the cheeks. Red begonia handed over to Apple, the only relic. With a heavy heart the blonde girl pulled a step, reluctant to look back.

It's still too small.

The world is so lonely. Just laughed, just got happy. Sometimes you don't know where destiny will lead. The sky is red, like the blood of the passageway. The white moon fell, like that space cake. The droplet melts, like the tirta netra.

The gunshot was heard again. Apple turned to the origin of the sound. With her own eyes, the mother she truly loved died. Of course one shot at the crown immediately claimed lives. Blue eyes glistened at the perpetrator, an old man with many wounds on his body. It was lifeless, pale and the eyeballs turned backwards

Of course seeing it all makes Apple difficult to express feelings, limp body; nausea. He was terrified, his legs collapsing and he could no longer walk. Who is still hard to see dead parents in plain sight?

The perpetrator is now approaching the blonde girl, slowly even a shunt step. Want to scream, if the sound can come out. Being stuck in the heart rattling like a war drum. Maybe it's the end of Luchifenian.

The sound of the sword pierced the ears.

The suspect was silent in front of the girl. Strange, his mouth flanking; his face wrinkled; veins came out. Is he in pain? Her cracks shed fishy liquid. Good, finally Apple can scream after Mother's killer is chopped up in one blink.

His screams foundered were slender sword eyes fixed on him. "Ah, w-who?"

Seen by the man who brandished the katana, he did this? The man ... the young man was far away the observer of the Luchifenian princess and the male servant. Dressed all black. Eyes do not fluoresce even short soot hair berbit. Like a shadow, like an abyss.

"I? REDstar."