The song of singing

The young late queen's son watched silently from the palace balcony he was a disgrace an insult to the royal line. He was not allowed outside of the castle because he was his mothers shame.His face smiled in a innocence only the very sheltered know as he watched sword practice a lonely character he had no interest in weaponry he was very curious not many people knew his rank that meant two things lips were tight around him sadly the informants would not accidentally impart knowledge of any interest (or at least not on purpose). But seldom was he threatened or subject to bullying of any kind.In fact he was a loner partly due to and obliviousness and the other due to mystery this made him very lonely. The servants knew his past and had many wild guesses about his future many wondered why the new king didn't kill the boy after all he was a threat to the royal line his mere existence was. Maybe it was because the New king was willful creature more than he was a harsh one although they are closely matched. Maybe the New king was the only one who didn't care about anything slightly relating to him.  The rest of the royal family looked down on him. His mothers words still fell heavily on him "I would have preferred  if he had never been born!" He pushed those words out of his mind They conjured to much anger and pain. He still remembered being told
           The boy spotted something that he found particularly charming and smiled brilliantly and he turned his head his dark auburn curls catching the sunlight flared a brilliant scarlet. He was a striking figure but he was never in the spotlight being raised as the disgrace to the royal line had made him quite shy of the spotlight the disapproval of his family had rubbed of on him. Suddenly he felt the presence of someone staring at him it burned into the back of his head the unfamiliar heat of a gaze. He turned around startled and saw a young girl staring at him she couldn't have been more than six and yet she looked at him with a knowledge only an adult could comprehend something he a mere child would not understand until he became an adult as well. something about her bothered him greatly. She said quietly and in perfect manners "I've lost Something very important," she wasn't an adult either she was empty he realized "I think you can help me find it".
        "What are you?" he said on the verge of panic there is something very wrong he thought. A dry laugh came from around the side of the door. "Still very sharp, how nice I'll give you a gift it will make everything much more interesting" said the figure that had slid from around the corner a heavily robbed figure non-determinable gender said in a tenor like the more musical version of the soft wind in a storm. After it dissipated to put it simply it seemed to melt and sink into the ground and with it the child shaped nothing. In the place where the young girl had been was a small locket shaped like a thin spire reflected both ways. A feeling a painful feeling struck him it was horrible all these emotions he hadn't ever experienced struck him. Than and unmeasurable amount of courage came to him he realized i must not let these feelings rule me but advise me these emotions don't come from the heart but the pit to make a keep himself must listen to the heart and the mind not this mindless pit these emotions were the emptiness within all of us that eats us that give us a different kind of blindness than that love causes but something sinister. Suddenly it stopped he had learned something very important he just didn't realize it.

Author's Note

Please ignore run-on sentences and other grammar problems

Reviews

[Shy Girl]

I'm curious as to what it is that he learned? And it seems as though you are writing from experience with this type of "shunning" in a sense. Believe me you aren't the only one there with that one..FYI so don't take that comment harshly..just noticed a kindred emotion in common is all. Back to your story..if you told alittle bit more about why this figure came to see him in the first place...and just what...is it an opening to hatred...he only seemed to be focused on sad and dispair of ever fitting in...and what is the problem with him that makes him the shame to the family.. alittle more information within your story and you have yourself a good short story.. (your grammer and punctuation lacking aside) I thought it an introspective of one person feeling left out and not accepted within his "friends" circle. The family just has to accept him for who he is and not punish him for his decisions or how he lives his life. (am I close?) :) Still not sure what he found though..I think it's the window to hatred from self doubt...but he doesn't want it...he wants love and respect but HE has to find them within HIMSELF not from others first. :)