𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝙾𝚗𝚎𝚜 (𝚋𝚡𝚋)

Chapter Two

The city streets were filled with people from Starmere, everyone was filled with excitement. A celebration like the one that was soon to take place happened very rarely. It wasn't every day that a royal prince turned eighteen. It wasn't every day that the royal family had children either. Yucarti thought it was stupid to have such a big celebration. Yucarti couldn't understand why they would celebrate it here in Dustvault when Starmere was such a larger city. It was the royal city, Dustvault was just a small city in comparison, known for nothing more than wheat. Other cities were known for jewels and gold, something the Royals seemed to protect much more diligently. Cities that transported gold were known to have much tighter protection, as what they produced was much more valuable. It was good for Yucarti, as the guards that were in Dustvault were hard enough to deal with as it is. Since the previous day, guards from Starmere have entered Dustvault in massive numbers. Guards were everywhere now, and Yucarti knew it was only a matter of time before the light wielders showed up to cause more trouble than good. Yucarti highly doubted that the king would let his only son celebrate without strong protection watching over him.

Light wielders were the entire reason Yucarti never ventured into Starmere. It was simply too dangerous. Light wielders owned that city, own the capital of the kingdom. They knew it too. Yucarti can't remember the last time they found a dark one in Starmere, if ever. Yucarti's kind wasn't stupid, they knew that entering Starmere was like signing your own death certificate. No dark one smart enough to have a will to live would ever willingly enter Starmere. Yucarti knew that light wielders would be attending the event, whether to party, protect, or hunt.

That is why Yucarti simply watched from his window that afternoon. Too many people and Yucarti could never be sure if a light one was mixed in the crowd. To many people from Starmere roamed the streets. It was scary to Yucarti. He had already mentally told himself that he was not going to be attending the celebration that night. It was going to be one of the few celebrations that would take place after the sunset. The prince's event would take place until dawn, then they stay the next few days. It would be rough for Yucarti, but he would purchase food from the bakers if he got hungry, the bakery downstairs was as far as he was daring to travel. The market stalls were too crowded with Starmere guards. Yucarti wasn't sure if the light ones had entered the city yet or not. He wasn't going to go out and ask either. He only knew that the prince had yet to enter Dustvault. No horns had blared. The clock tower hadn't rung. Yucarti knew he would know the moment the royal prince entered the city. Which is why Yucarti would stay in his home, where he would be safe away from the enemies watching eyes.

Yucarti glanced around his room, noticing how certain items weren't in their correct places. So Yucarti decided that this was the perfect time to tidy up his home, as he hadn't done so in quite a while. He never had a true need to clean. It wasn't that he didn't have the time, he did, but why clean a room that no one but you will ever see? That is why Yucarti usually didn't clean the room he lived in. Yucarti had nothing better to do at that moment though. He scooted the chair back and got up. Yucarti started with his bed, neatly folding his blanket and putting it in the far corner of his bed, placing the pillow on top. It truly made his bed look a whole lot better, even though he was going to ruin it when he goes to bed at night. It still looked nice at the moment, which was enough to satisfy Yucarti.

Yucarti turned around, glanced at his room, before walking back over to his table. He glanced down at his scentless candle. He was going to need to get a new one soon, but the one he currently had would last him until after the stupid celebration was long over. If he desperately needed one he could always buy one off of the bakers who he knew kept many candles in their storage room, in case they ever desperately needed some. Yucarti moved the candle into a new spot on the table. He wiped the table with his hand, gathering a very small amount of dust. Yucarti just rubbed his hand on his shirt to rid of the dust that had collected on his palm. Yucarti grimaced when he remembered how he just cleaned these pants, and now it had a dirty spot on it. Yucarti shrugged. It was too late now and he was most definitely not leaving his home for any reason. You couldn't force Yucarti out of his home.