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When Adrian was born, his mother swore that she would protect him with her life. So, when Adrian’s father died, and it was revealed that he was the King of Gatlon, and that Adrian was the heir to the throne, Georgia Rawles became the Queen of Gatlon, until her son reached 18. At her coronation, a joint celebration celebrating her rise to the throne, and the birth of the Prince, citizens from all over the kingdom were invited. Almost all of them.
There are always villains in fairy tales. This one is no exception.
Alec Artino was bitter. He had once been the ruler of Gatlon, the most powerful ruler to ever lead. But good rises to meet evil, and when the people had had enough, they revolted. The Renegades, a group of people with extraordinary powers dethroned the dictator, and he ran. They searched far and wide, but Alec Artino was never found and was eventually presumed dead.
He wasn’t dead.
A new king rose to the throne. The absence of anarchy didn’t purge all evil from the land, however. Many of Artino’s allies remained, determined to take down the new royal line and return to their former days of glory.
And so, with those allies, he planned an invasion of the coronation. They burst in, first with a warning. He just wanted the boy. To control the heir meant he controlled the kingdom. But Queen Georgia held her baby close, shouting that he would have to go through her to get to Adrian. And so, Ace Anarchy uttered three simple words before chaos broke loose.
“As you wish.”
The Queen shouted to her closest friends to take Adrian and run. And so they did. Hugh Everhart and Simon Westwood ran through the castle, down to the servants quarters, shoving the baby into the arms of a frightened laundress, before sprinting back up to the fight.
The battle didn’t last long. When Hugh and Simon returned to the scene, and were met with the dead body of their friend and queen, they became an unstoppable force. Those around them that had powers rallied at their anger, and soon every last anarchist lay dead or captured. Ace struggled against his bonds, attempting to bend them with his mind, growling with his attempt at an escape. But the bonds were too tight, too complicated for even the most talented and powerful of telekinetics to undo. He glared up at Captain Chromium- Hugh Everhart-but before he could deliver his threats, his gaze latched onto someone behind the Captain. The Detonator. She grinned at him, before glancing down at her own palm, where a small blue light began to grow. Trust me, she mouthed at him.
He didn’t trust her. He trusted nobody. But, even if this was all just an elaborate plan to assassinate him, it was better than remaining a hostage in the castle. So Ace merely nodded, bracing himself for the explosion to come.
And it did. The blast sent him flying backwards. The sound of shattered glass filled his eardrums, and the last thing Alec Artino remembered, was falling.