Grey metamorphosis

"Nobility, commoners, knights, thieves...all are meager titles humans give to each other to bathe in their unbound lust for order. They seek order in a world birthed by disorder."  A distant yet close voice echoed.

Unbound, by up-down...left-right...in out...I simply was. 

The only thing I could feel and see was a rich blue hue of a radiant sphere a splendid radiance bathing the nothingness that I was. From the blue casting onto the nothingness, my physical came to be. 

"We must guide the misbegotten children."  The voice whispered seemingly closer.

"Within. Without. Lust for it, that which is unique to the blue. That which has made you, you."  

My eyes stayed glued to that sparkling surface, throbbing, pouring into the emptiness of me...molding me. 

Permeating the darkness of the universe. 

"Beautiful, without an understanding of anything...of words....order or chaos. In due time, that which is dull and empty shall consume this hue, this beauty, eternally."

Those were the last words I heard before...

Before what?

...

A distant knock thrust my eyes from oblivion into the light. 

A voice trailed behind, muffled by the greatness of these walls which cradled me. 

Again, the voice rang, this time forming words. "Lord Lun, the council has been assembled. "

I pulled myself up from under the pile of sheets on me. Sitting, the purple satin that clad my dull flesh began to slip. 

I took a moment and looked around, rubbing my eyes, in the process. 

"Lord Lun?" The voice beckoned once again.

"Council Man Drrogi." I muttered emerging from my daze "What is the matter?" 

"Your mother, the Queen has fallen ill." He said in a hesitant voice, the shakiness apparent even from behind that gargantuan door. 

I cleared my throat for a moment as silence befell the great room I inhabited and looked to the circular vaulted ceiling. Taking in the mighty dynasty of marble above me. The intricate curves the vaulted ceiling held as it spiraled downwards from a single point overhead. 

"May I visit her?" I inquired as my eyes traced the murals and glyphs etched into every square inch of stone. 

Whispers formed behind the door. They crept through the "thousand man room"--as known by the servants--seeping into the floor, windows, and emptiness that stretched far and wide. 

I knew far too well, that my request was farfetched and would be dismissed. Such was the fate when the news of my felled father reached me. 

"I shall rest now. Beckon my name from those great doors once I am actually of concern to these loving subjects." I said, silencing the whispers.

"V-very well Lord Lun, we shall leave you to it." the council said in unison.

I drew in some air and threw my upper half back onto the bed, allowing the pillows behind to catch me. 

My head turned to the window drawn to the light like a moth. 

"What is it that I shall do on this fine day?"

"Nothing...slumber sleepy egg for your birth is nigh." slithered somni from the depths of my mind...or perhaps that of another.

"A reasonable response, as if you have not told me this for the past seventeen years I have awoken and pondered this very query."

"..."

"..."

"...beware, wretched king, for you have no mother or father, sister or brother. Thus you must consume the very fabric of existence. The very blue sphere that has molded your cast. The very blue that you will hatch within..."

The light from the window dimmed. It's vague white now becoming a dull grey. Colorless and boring, such is the light of what Somni recalls as 'dusk'.

"Blue...?" I thought to myself

The darkness came following the dullness of dusk. Consuming everything, even my very body, leaving me unbound, by up-down...left-right...in out. 

Night, like always, was dreadful. 

"Blue...sphere," the last thought I formed before slipping into the world of dream...or nothing.