Prince\'s Pet
The Rival Saga: Part 4
Part 4
A familiar voice cut through my reverie. "Do do, do do, do do…"
It was a Type 3 peasant. Threes were a class above fives, but still usually regarded by the higher classes as the "lowlifes." Many Elites fear the type threes because of their supernatural psychic powers, which tend to make even the most serious among them act pretty random. My father was half-Type 3.
Anyway, I recognized this particular voice, and I turned around. "Plum?" I asked. The guard looked up, startled, and I saw his trademark blue sweatband peeking through his spiky bangs.
"Korn? That you? What're you doing in there?" Plum wondered. He had been my Prince's bodyguard until his Highness grew too strong to need one, and I'd been a constant there for six years. No wonder he was bewildered to see me here.
"Yes, it's me. The Merchant came today, did you know? And this time his Highness actually found one worth looking at, and left me here while he outfits her. Her name is Peaz, and she's Elite trained, Plum! She calls my Prince "Master" and uses these cutesy heart signs to end her sentences. She's even stronger than I am."
"So…?" asked Plum. I sighed at his typical type-3 density.
"So, I'm afraid my Prince will forget me just like Potati and Zukini," I stated bluntly. "I… don't want to be forgotten."
Plum folded his arms. "I see…" He looked serious for a moment, but, unable to stay that way, he whipped a hand behind his back and pulled out a snack. I rolled my eyes, but I knew food always improved his attention span, so I didn't comment.
"Ah," he said in a satisfied way. I whipped around to find him suddenly inside the "cage" with me. I'd forgotten he could do that. "It's less awkward to talk this way," he explained. "Now, let's see… What exactly did Prince Begeta say?"
" 'Wait here, Korn, while I supervise Peaz's new uniform.' "
"If he told you to wait, that probably means he's coming back. Don't worry so much," Plum concluded. He held up his hand before I could protest. "But, that's not the only reason. Do you know the longest time King Vejita kept any one Type-5?" I shook my head no. "Four years. You've been here for six. The Prince won't forget you that easily, Korn Lyf."
Plum fuzzed, then reappeared outside the "cage." He wandered off, back to whatever he was doing before.
I wasn't so sure of my specialness.