As Elijah Alexander awoke that morning, he’d begin his normal routine. Making his bed, brushing his hair and teeth, and changing into whatever he decided to wear that day. As he got ready, there would be a scurry of other children running about the house to do the same menial tasks he was doing. After that, he makes his way down to the kitchen, where he finds his per-usual breakfast already prepared by whichever staff member was working at such time. Elijah soon notices a draft coming from somewhere within the house, and of course he was off in search to find it!
He quickly discovers it was in fact, the front door, that had been left open. Odd… He’d alert his other siblings and soon they would all be traveling about the house to see if any of their prize possessions had been taken. Elijah wanders into his father’s office, which felt strange to young Elijah, as he was usually told to ‘STAY OUT!’ Though, he had gone inside on occasion when accompanied by his father. The office looked as it did, except a string of books and maps had been scattered about the desk..
At this, Elijah decides he must alert his father that someone had been rummaging through his things last night! He tries to gather his other siblings up, and march upstairs to their parents bedroom to explain, but upon opening the door Elijah would take particular notice of the fact that… Alexander Leopold was not in the room, or even the house… Where could he have gone?
Elijah would be off in search, hurrying out the door and exploring the town thoroughly before coming to the realization that… Alexander was not only missing from the house, but also the city. He begins asking around to no avail. There was no use! He was gone, and as the days passed Elijah had no choice but to accept his father… was gone.
As time progressed, Elijah would begin to believe that his father hadn’t just ‘disappeared’ but left. This was the undeniable truth, his father had never really shown compassion, or care for him, so why should Elijah spend so much time worrying about him? And at that, Elijah’s thoughts vanished. Though, in the back of his mind he will always wonder what happened that night, or what could have driven him away. But Elijah did not want to think about that, he would have the rest of his life to come to those realizations, the realizations that say, perhaps his father had the right idea with leaving.
But of course, Elijah couldn’t focus solely on the bad things… During those first few nights of Alexander's disappearance the boy would spend the hours reminiscing the good times. Specifically, the time that his father played Kingdom with him, as Elijah took on the persona of Elijah Alexander, Grand Knight of the Holy Orenian Empire and his father, who played the dastardly villain The Villainous King of Norland. Looking back he would realize his father had let him win that fight without a doubt, unless of course, Alexander really could lose against a five year old… He’d think of all the conversations they shared which, in the moment, seemed meaningless, and boring.
What Elijah would do for one more meaningless conversation… What he would give, to have had the chance to tell his father goodbye. And just like that, Elijah's anger at his father turned to a bitter pain one could not describe using all the words in the dictionary. Oh, the tears young Elijah would shed, perhaps not over the pain of Alexander leaving, but instead, the idea that Elijah simply… Wasn't good enough. Nothing could hurt a child more than the idea that they weren't worth sticking around for, which Elijah clearly wasn't.