we'll never know what's up ahead

He rebound quickly from his illness, one day he was nearing death and the next he was standing on his own feet and regaining strength. Once he was up Albion had been struck by a deep sense of hunger, like he’d never been so hungry in his life. Immediately after he’d gotten a couple good meals he hit another growth spurt and his eventual height was becoming easier to guess. The boy was growing like a weed.

Living most of his life in the long dark Albion found he kept his preference for the night time. Without the illness he preferred to be in darkness, and caressed by the moon. His pale coat nearly glowed in its light. The prince was slowly coming into his own, discovering what the real world was supposed to be like, and regaining his strength. But like his stomach craved food his mind craved knowledge so the boy sought out his father.


"Albion Klein"