Chapter 3: The Goldenstein Family
Dimly lit were the crystal chandelier as dawn Peirces through the night sky; Splitting across the dark side was the rising sun, shining through the glass walls of the enclosed balcony.
Particle to particle peered lightly towards a youth laying at the bed side revealing his scruffy hair scattered on the fluffy pillow; becoming sticky from the drool of saliva drying itself glued, expressing the joy of sleeping through the night undisturbed.
A boy with jade black hair curling around as thick as raven feathers slept peacefully at the bed sprawled messily unperturbed on his pillow.
His jade white skin paled even more from the contact of sunlight; penetrating through the glass door with strands of particles illuminating drawn lines seperated from the foreboding shadows of the rooms depths.
Awakened by the break of the day light the boys eyes opened slowly revealing a pair of pensive Golden eyes beamed from an uncouth youth gleaming through morning sickness; brows sharp and trimmed while eyes shape curved slightly upwards in a sharp turn.
The irises were like the sun in the Sky glowing with solar intensity enthralled with a tiny and singular black dot at the middle of it, Like a blackhole in the center of the galaxy.
His facial expression fixated itself as he shifted himself facing towards the direct radiance of sun light.
*chirp chirp chirp
A pair of half pointed ears twitched as the singing of the birds alerted them; Permeating through his eardrums all the while shadowing how sensitive they where from the slightest of sound.
Long and thin were the outer lines of his nose bridge caressing a small oblong shaped nose.
Below it was a very small and hard pressed lips; mouth gaping wide from drool showing off a set of shiny teeth.
He weared a sunflower colored tunic buttoned by three seed textured ornaments, Down his undergarments; strapped from his brown colored trousers are a pair of garters complete with a pair of white socks.
there the youth named Arvin; I lay down on the very same bed that awakened him to this Enchanted world Four years ago.
Coaxed by her Lady Gwyndelin Arvins mom; I was now convinced of this new reality as the words of my newly acclaimed mother struck my heart giving me no choice but to accept this current predicament mine after Four long years inside this Tree Mansion.
One that was built from the Origin of Nature with a Dormant Ent Goliath as the base and combined by Georgian Styled Numan Architecture.
Born a Half Blood as my mother isn't Numan but part of a Celestial Race known as the Alvans; known for their ancient healing arts, Martial Arts Techniques and space time magic!
That just made me wonder whether she's is the perpetrator responsible for my certain situation; I suppose I'll have to ask her in secret on the future.
Anyways Gwyndelin my mother told me that I am labelled as a Nuvan half bloods born of the off spring between an Alvan and a Numan which is in my guess is that l either am highly revered or loathed by the High Alvan society.
so i did a little home work to find out why as she never specified.
I guessed wrong . . . the society is okay with it but the loathing part is utterly unreasonable . . . It depends on your hair color . . . which explains why my mother over reacted when she saw my hair color being black like my father saying all those things in my conclusion
Maybe this is why she didn't specify.
Apparently most Nuvan's would be born with Blonde gold or Snow White hair like my mother as their fortune or superstition per say would usually refer to one of the Twelve Of the Original Arcane Deck of Cards? which is white for the King or Queen and Gold for the Guardian Cards mentioned in the books i read.
Black would usually be associated with the Jester the Fool? and the Madman In Alvan translations as it would predetermine a bloody and unclear path ? HAH she wishes (And i Hated it later).
But believe me I think that the Fool is rather a good thing as it means a new start! or endless possibilities. Coincidence ? I don't think so!
As i continue to study all the while living happily in this place the Giant tree Mansion, I would always have a wonderful experience ever since I came to this world, Being always greeted by this lovely and welcoming family and staff everyday full of smiles filled with happy things as if all the bad luck I had before has washed itself away from this new world.
So far it was too good to be true for Me. However I wasn't entirely convinced; For the world was to game like to be real, So I remained vigilant of things that dealt with What the denizens of this world call Regal Energy which is 'Magic' in short to mass my power in the fastest way possible.
keeping secrets here, locking data logs there, hiding chests under . . . you get my point.
I longed to return to Terra the place what was once called home to me, for as long as burgers and fries existed there I would always think of coming back home.
So I began to study and read theories and mythologies about planes and dimensions from the family library books and scriptures.
And then began to think about the possibility of a returning point, a wormhole to grant me passage back to Terra when I'm older at least to plan for the future and wish for the best.
". . ." 'The contents are tremendous! it was a life time plan.
As I began to go through my next plans for today early in the morning.
*Grumble
My stomach suddenly rumbled, reminding me to get breakfast down stairs cooked by Butler Reg' Nalson. A.K.A. Mr. Nalson
Getting up from bed Arvin walked to the drawer to the groom himself and wash his face with a bowl of water to prepare and present himself downstairs.
Offcourse he needed to eat first to continue his plans however he was also reluctant to grow up too fast as he didn't want to act to mature for his age infront of his parents.
This was not because of suspicion nor because off this wordly secret of his, But because he simply wants to act his age as being the only child in the family compelled him to trust his parents seeing his mother longing to play with him made his feelings complicate and heart hurt.
As he shut the door to his room firmly and walked down the hall he sees a familiar silhouette of a jolly and pessimistic maid called Annabeth carrying the woman's laundry.
"Aish Good morning Young Master Arvin, I heard your tummy rumbling from the corridors! Better eat a lot other wise you'll starve!" 'Too death' she said with a small smile plastered on her face.
"Morning Big sis Anna, Thank you for tewing me!" 'Good Hearing as Always, always concerned about my well being' Arvin put on a happy smile on his face as he enjoyed the company of annabeths natural attitude.
"Awwww" 'He's to damn cute to be mean to him!, I wonder what sort of hidden stash he kept underneath his bed this time!' Annabeth squealed showing bubbly hearts.
Before he remained vigilant towards the staff of the house . . . analysing them whether they had bad intentions when they were approaching him and his mother whom he swore to protect.
But now it became the least of his worries as they would recount their stories and adventures about his parents when they used to be a heroes back in their prime, fighting off Monsters, dealing against Powerful mystics, and riding ancient dragons.
This did peak my interest and reassured my trust on them; because their the ones that acted like children more than me when they were told that i wanted to know about it.
Infact the perfect term to call the maid Annabeth and the Butler Reg' Nalson where supposedly to be my legal uncle and aunt, however they themselves dismissed that idea for they didn't want to feel old.
that made me chuckle hehe
Annabeth could be described as a delicate and clumsy older sisters, Surely I wasn't fully convinced since she is a little pessimistic and she once has shown her true temper from the bombardment of questions that Arvin planned.
She did act so professionally though . . . If this isn't her true nature then I am not Arvin and i would have to applause her for her Greek Theater Drama acting skills with a like, share, and comment.
Her long and brown coffee colored hair were tied to a Nordic braid flowing downwards till shoulder length; Looking well trimmed and combed giving off the vibe of an elegant and harmless lady with the composure of a saint.
Peculiar and wild like was her light brown skin tone; forming a neat mixture between the soil and the desert like an ancient temple acting as a seal to contain a powerful beast.
Matched with her bubbly expression
Glistening Ocean blue eyes cylindrical in shape that sharply goes outwards; fitted with slender prim brows that gave of a innocent look.
Beastian Bear ears with a mole on the left side diversifying her race indifference. (The ears are in the same place as where Numans ears are)
Short nose and nose bridge, right below were a small but luscious looking pink lips.
Whilst she wore a maids outfit; No not the usual one in with white frills and blouse with apron, For the customs of this world At least it would be perfect to describe it as a overly designed black track suit, like what those hot baby sitters would wear when jogging outside to exercise or those one pieces elastic zipper locks that secret agents would wear.
It was at least more convenient.
Frills on the collar and sleeves combined with white shoulder pads and a white short skirt filled with more frills; long till the knees with extra or multiple pockets for holding accessories or hidden weapons and some sorts, and let's not forget those shoes . . . It's like the cartoon version of sport shoes and rain boots had a baby and created a FASHION MONSTER.
Hmm well at least the garments in this world are more reasonable than the norm.
passing by her and walking down the spiral stairs, the smell of some sort of Egg whiffed itself to the entrance of my nostrils, Soon i reached the thresholds of the lower floor greeting two fine looking gentleman and the lady of the house too dine with a ranchy meal.
Gwyndelin sat to the side opposite to that off his father Axel Goldenstein patting the chair next to her as soon as she saw Arvin
"Good Morning Evwwy Bodie" Arvin deliberately and cutely exclaimed.
"Good morning baby" Gwyndelin Smiled
"Hello son" Axel Grinned
"Top of the Morning to yah Young Master" Reg' Commented
Offcourse the first one i set is my eyes on is my lovely mother not because of those melon sized Bahugahaba Changas though!
"Wats cokking in da kitchen Unkaw Reg" Arvin made a hungry expression as he slid on the table holding the spoon and fork.
"Man i feel old young master, Uncle is taboo" Reg' Nalson Cried fake tears.
"Hehehe then your old if you feel like it old man!" Arvin said.
"Your Compliments are on par with your Insults Young Master" Reg' Nelson cried fake tears harder.
"Baby don't forget your hanky" Gwyndelin said as she put it on his lap and tied another one on his neck pecking his head with a kiss messing with his hair playfully feeling well from this family bonding.
"Scio Si Mami!" (Alvan Equivalent of Spanish and Latin) Arvin happily exclaimed. Yes I Know Mom
As Butler Reg' placed the food for the happy go lucky foodie in the table his attitude suddenly changed and put up a prideful air of confidence as he boasted his cooking skills.
"Your favourite Young Master !, Scrambled Egg with Vegetables"
"This time the ingredient is rather special!, Dodo Bird" Reg' Nalson presented with a pleased smile.
'Apparently they aren't extinct in this world ! noice . . . . . Wait how do they exist in this world?' Arvin thought to himself in shock as he paused for a while but then ate it anyways thinking it's normal. (Not)
Scarfing down the once extinct bird yet being hunted again Gwyndelin Smile grew wider happily seeing him chewing his food with a such expressiveness, she was satisfied with this life.
She was the one who deeply cares about me so much that it hurts every time to see her act wearliy for me since I behave so weirdly latetly when she told me, A heart warmer and a great mother to me i won't forget her.
Then there is my father who is adjusting accounts a fearless gentleman with killer looks brimming with confidence giving off oppressive feeling.
Jade black long feather like hair tied to a pony tail till neck length; being the presented style fit for the Lord of the house giving off an animalistic feeling like a black panther in the middle of the jungle.
Light skin color like the glint of a Silver Sword that hasn't tasted the cutting of flesh and splatter of blood since a long while.
As his expression was solemn yet cold.
His eyes shinned brightly star red swirling like blood tea in a tea cup with sharp leaves mixed in the middle reflective of its sharp shape; A Giant ball of gas or the red planet filled with toxicity and enticing beauty that could become deep crimson in any moment.
Ears pierced with silver rings with a single addition of a Black diamonds shard at the left.
Combined with the perfect nose bridge with a fat lump of red blush on the middle.
lips sharp and hard pressed dyed with the color crimson.
Completed with an all in black garments of a fur coat, a vest with a golden chain, a tunic, trousers with a pair of Black working shoes and a comically pointed triangular quilled black hat like what Nobin Good wore in that cartoon movie.
Seriously why those everybody look so cool in this world but then there is just that one comical garment that has to ruin it?
all that's left was a nonchalant British accent to add on . . . . . My was i surprised.
Mother thinks that i act to maturely for my age.
However my father says other wise, telling his wife that Its most likely because I am afraid of him. which made mother banter with him when he said that he was doing it on purpose to make me man up.
He is the second person that i want to see in that table, the man who I admire and am really afraid off at the same time.
Axel Goldenstein the Lord of Faerwood.
For he doesn't discriminate anybody and he likes to confront problems bluntly, as he demonstrated how to control and to regulate my powers on my fourth birthday.
Reg' Nalson put on a smug face as he challenged the head of the house hold with his culinary skills, this did not left Axel's eyes.
"Your cooking sucks old man" Axel shameless berated.
"Maybe you should cook next time! show off" Reg' Nalson responded quickly slightly agitated.
then Gwyndelin interjected "Boys no Morillon (Monkey) Business during breakfast, And I'm better then all of you in cooking!" Ultimate Level Shamelessness.
" . . . " Reg' Nalson
" . . . " Axel
' Since when ' both men thought
' You couldn't even properly skin an animal '.
"Hahah Go mom" Arvin cheered.
Then there is the Butler Reg' Nalson A.K.A. the Purple Man, Like my mother he to is an Alvan but he's eccentric in a fun way i guess And different like very different.
Titanium colored long smooth hair till waist tied to a pony tail with its measurement frozen in place; Like a Wolverine howling in the forest at the middle of the night.
Soul piercing black eyes As if he were the Envoy of Death as they curved similar to a sycthe; Like a Coursing ground of Hunters sporting on a slaughter fest filled with riddles of twist and turns.
He Presented himself like a Gentlemanly Ghost.
Ears more pointier than mom's with a couple of chipped ends, Nose bridge is long and slender but square in the middle nose.
With lips as thick as sponge; tucked inside his mouth forcing himself to face slightly upwards making it look like he's underestimating you and looking down at your pride.
He wore a White colored Chef suit sealed tightly with pearly buttons combined with a black trousers and white pointed shoes complete with a golden monocle on his right eye making him stand out from the crowd, If possible he would be the winner of the most butler looking butler awards however that wasn't the most notable addition for Arvin.
Purple . . . His skin is Purple in color hes almost not breathing at all; Like a snake waiting for its prey to come to its trap to be feasted by its twin fangs.
It is him who I trust the most in keeping my stuff watched all the time at the same time the one who I'm keeping my eye on, besides Mom and Annabeth as his reaction time is the fastest out of all.
Which could help me in certain situations when needed, he also is much more perceptive then my mother which rivals my father by at least one.
Which means he could easily dissect my personality if he take heeds of it if he wishes or needs too.
To sum it up i could describe him in one Word
' TROUBLE ' he's troublesome at heart as he would usually meddle with my pet projects and he often's brushes them of like some kind of parlour trick.
I deduced during my fourth birthday that this was the case for Reg.
I was as curious as my mother and as adventurous as my father Reg' Nalson commented at that time. I didn't understand what they meant but i was just so excited to wield my powers at the moment.
When my mother found out i was going to channel my Regal Energy . . . she panicked and scolded Dad as i have not met the proper age.
Only for it to end up in a late night honeymoon instead. Don't ask how i know but I'll give you hint. (Magic Coral) dang how to shush your wife 101.
So then that's when it hit me . . . He would be somebody like that so i took extra precautions this time . . . But it's not like he is my enemy or anything.
One day when I was secretly channeling my Energy without a guardian, I almost made a mistake which would cost me my arm . . . luckily Reg' came in time whenever he would feel a bad premonition is going to happen.
saving my arm from being butchered. I wanted to know how did he find me so a i asked.
"It's the result of hardcore training exercise and refined instincts Young Master" he told me all the while telling my parents on what I did.
"And a hell a lotta of kicking donkey ass" he added
" . . . " That sounded way easier for you to say that.
I panicked as i thought that i wouldn't be able to continue practicing till i was seven which is the proper age of channeling.
But to my surprise they weren't angry at all . . . more on they were glad i was ok.
To be honest I couldn't take it anymore because my Mom was crying so hard that i cried too . . . Dad was relieved too while Annabeth was a bit angry that i ripped my clothes.
Yes they weren't all that perfect, yes they had their negative and positive quirks, but they are still my family now . . . even if they would some times quarrel over petty things they still stayed together no matter how unbearable each other became.
Annabeth I know she felt lonely
Reg' Nalson I guessed he felt lost
Dad Axel He's too reclusive
and Mom . . . Gwyndelin I felt that she was depressed about something . . . she was home sick fore some reason
They all had something in common
They all had something taken from them
They all had something they needed inside
they didn't pity each other . . . they just stood together as one.
Well then . . .
meet The Goldenstein Family my family now.
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