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(Tubbo's POV)

Though the sun shone brightly on this warm afternoon, anything but joy filled the air. The rotten metalic smell of bloodshed stained the air even for hundreds of miles, tainting the warm smell of the new spring bloom. I sat quietly till my thoughts were interrupted by the pattering of a maids boots lightly hitting the grass behind me.

"Prince Tubbo" The maid behind me utters, bowing slightly as I turn towards her.

"Please.. call me Tubbo" I mutter as she nods apologetically.

"Yes Prin- I- I mean Tubbo!" She manages frantically.

"Now, what is it that you needed Ms. Nikki-?" I'd ask, tilting my head slightly, temporarily amused with her frantic behavior.

"Oh- right..." She said seeming rather surprised I knew her name, continuing "We've received word of the king's arrival this afternoon." She finished, straightening her posture. I sighed dreadfully, anxiously tapping the grassy floor of the garden.

"May you notify me at his arrival-?" I'd ask half-heartedly and she nods in response, bowing again before beginning to walk back inside the castle. I'd sigh, standing up quietly, adjusting my weight evenly on my hooves. I glance back, waving goodbye to Benson as I turn, walking through the archway leading into one of many hallways in the castle.

Back in my room, I carefully pull my arms out of the sleeves of my vest, slipping off my formal shoes. I'd pull on my dark, hooded sweater, carefully tucking my ears and horns under the shadow of its hood. With that, I'd pull on a pair of muddied sneakers, tying the laces with haste, taking notice of the sun, almost risen at its peak, the meaning of the soon arrival of the afternoon.

As id fastened the royally embedded jewels on my horns under my hoods shadow, I carefully opened my window, taking notice to leave a small note on the right corner of my bedside table. The place Ms. Puffy knew to look for my notes, as this had not been the first-time, I'd left the castle unattended. I carefully fastened the lock on my door before placing my foot upon the windowsill, clambering out of the opening.

As I placed a careful foot on the ledge outside my window, I took notice of the direction of the warm, tainted breeze. I shifted my weight to align with the breeze, flicking my ear in the direction of the East. I'd adjust the hoodie on my back, moving the open slits in the hoodie over the folded delicate wings lining my back.

I'd unfold them carefully, careful to not scrape it even on the delicate fabric of the silk sweatshirt. Just as I had been about to soar across the wide landscape, I heard the clicking sound of the resistance of a locked door.

Momentarily, I had heard the rough, aggressive banging on the door, stopping in my tracks. I'd glance fearfully at the door behind me, as I heard a booming voice from the other end.

"TUBBO! OPEN THE GOD DAM DOOR!" the voice yelled angrily. Though I had no confidence to proceed, my wings carried my limp body into the air.

The second I seemed to regain consciousness, I flew with great speed towards the forest as I heard my door burst open, the clanking of hooves stomping on the plank floor of the room, though I had been long gone.

As the grassy fields below, me turned to lush forest ground, I slowed my pace. As I soared above the trees, I lowered myself atop a tree branch, letting my tired legs hang limply off the edge. While id stare blankly into the treetops, a small buzzing sounded in my ear.

I turned to my left, seeing a small blur of fuzz zip past my face, studying me curiously. I'd wearily pull down my hood to get a closer look. As I'd pull down my hood, revealing my jeweled horns the little blur seemed to retract a bit, not taking long before its curiosity took over.

It flew closer and closer as I stood very still, letting my wings droop behind my back. The creature suddenly flew straight towards me, as id flinch suddenly.

The creature settled itself within the fluffy bed of hair in between my fluffy ear and warm, sun-soaked horn. I let out a sigh of relief, and a small smile as I felt it settle onto of my head. I carefully plucked the creature from the fluff of my hair, letting it settle comfortably in the palm of my hand. As I studied the settled creature, my brain immediately recognized the familiar stripe of its pattern as the creature called the "bumble bee". I had always had a fascination of the creature, but had never seen one in person. I'd smile at my discovery, running my finger gently down the bee's fluffy back, careful to avoid its carefully constructed wings, and as I stared at its calm body, I had noticed something.

The creature almost looked a bit too much like me. Though not in color or shape, nor size, but in the shape and patterning of its wings. As I examined its wings, occasionally turning back to my own, I took careful note of the delicacy of both sets.

As the bee in my hand started to stir, I had heard a rustling sound following in the distance. As the bee seemed keen of the noise, it had awoken, darting out of my hand, quickly darting back to rub its fuzzy body against my palm. Almost in a motion of thanks, before the creature zipped off, faster than a normal human eye could see.

Moments later, I yelled as I felt a sharp pain run through my veins, leaving a burning, aching pain through every muscle in my body. I quickly glanced down at the forest bed to see a dark, shadowy figure, aiming a sort of crossbow in my direction.

I yelled out in pain as I glanced back, noticing blood dripping through a deep hole in the left most wing on my body.

As I glanced around frantically, I called out for help momentarily before feeling the all to familiar feeling of light headed anticipation, as I felt my limbs go limp.

As I fell from the top of the tree.. hitting the forest floor with an agonizing thump, followed by...

*Crack*

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Chapter Contains: War Mentions, Anger, aggression, fighting, mild language/inferred language, death, and blood.

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As twelve chimes of the clock rang in the distance the noise almost dared us to speak a word in the silence. Waiting, *ding* for our silence to break, just as the peace had. I swore every week a new traitor broke through their disguises, and every week a new body was found, with no repercussion to the executor of the malicious act of treason and murder. So, we wait in silence, knowing our time is to come, sooner rather than later. With that whether we choose to wait, or to join the corruption of the outer towns people, is our decision only to make.

Id rush inside, slamming the door behind me as I clutched my bleeding arm, shoving a degrading chair under the handle with my other, seconds before the handle squirmed under the weight of the chair. Shouting could be heard from the opposing side, as the sharp end of a blade was shoved into the wood of the door, just barely making it though.

"GET THE HELL OUT HERE YOU STUPID ENDERMAN!" The voice would yell angrily, trying at the door again. I didn't have much time before the rest of the mob slammed through my door, stabbing a pitchfork through my chest.

As I could hear feet slamming in the distance, I grabbed my book and quill from the counter, along with a small bag. I'd run upstairs, opening the half-broken window, staring in concentration at the ground a few feet below me, teleporting along with my items to the ground. As the sound of a door crashing to the ground sounded through the valley, I took off at a run, hearing yelling as the mob noticed my daring escape.

fear stained my chest, and tears of fear began streaming down my face as I ran in a dizzy haze, burning into the deep scars engraved where tears had fallen before. I slipped into the enchanted forest, staring around frantically, I stared deep into the eyes of a shadowy figure. Thinking it had been fellow townsfolk, I took off into a fast sprint the opposite direction, thorns tugging and cutting deep into my exposed ankles. Id stumble, breathing heavily as my legs gave way. I dropped heavily to the ground in a tired mess. I heard the crack of a stick behind me, knowing whoever had seen me, was now only 12 feet at most behind me.

"Hello-?" A kind voice called out, not one that I had recognized. Though it didn't sound angry, I stayed quiet. I scanned the dark overshadowed forest, trying to find out who it was, and secretly looking for a place to hide.

"I know your here! Please come out!" The voice said, echoing through the quiet branches of the swaying trees. As the voice came closer to my location, I struggled to stand, leaning onto a nearby tree trunk for stability. Just as I thought I'd been stable, I let go of the tree, falling into a heap on the forest floor.

"Just my luck!" I mumbled in a frantic panic. Just as Itried to retreat, I had noticed two arrows stuck deep into my flesh that I must not have noticed during my daring escape. One arrow lodged into my shoulder, the other deep into the fleshy spot on my ankle. I was doomed. Just as I prepared for the worst, the person wielding the voice came through the opening to the small clearing I temporarily resided in. I threw my hands up quickly, a look of tainted fear stained my expression, fresh cuts in my face from where the tears had fallen, dripping two-toned blood from their openings.

"Oh- oh my god! Are you okay?" the person said running forward, their kind blue eyes wielding no reason of harming me. Though I hate to admit it, I quickly let my guard down, too tired to fight either way.

I had realized I had spaced out when a hand was waved in front of my face. "Hello? Are you alright? What are you doing out here in this condition?" the person asked in a concerned tone. As I began to snap back to reality, I carefully examined the being- or rather- sheep? Ram? in front of me.

The being in front of me looked a little over 5'2, with long brown hair with white and rainbow highlights, along with wielding a pirate's hat above their head. As I found there to be no visible weapons on the person, I drew my attention back to conversation, giving a suspicious glance to the woman.

"Hello? Kid?" she said, waving her hand in front of my face again.

"Huh-?" I blurted out, startling the woman as I spoke so suddenly.

"I asked who you are-? and why you're so far into Manburg territory. Our king is rather harsh... and with his son missing he wouldn't think fondly of trespassers at the moment. " She said rather blunt and straight forward.

What?! How had I traveled so far in what seemed like so little time?! I thought to myself, staring speechless, finally realizing I had not yet given her a reply.

"How did you know I am not from around here?" I questioned, trying my best to straighten my posture and look more professional in front of the stranger.

"All you have to know is that a know every person in this town... and you are not one of them..." shed answered as I eyed her suspiciously. I was aware she had been keeping something secret from me. "Your turn." She'd say in response to the silence that filled the clearing. "Just answer my questions kid. I have no intent to hurt you but by kingdom law if you do not answer my questions then you shall be forced by the kingdoms court." shed finished, giving a heavy sigh, awaiting my answer.

"I am Ranboo Beloved... I am from the k-kingdom of Las Nevada's." I'd say shakily, keeping myself together as pain seeped through my body from the wounds.

"You're in pain." The woman said, stating the obvious. Of course, I was in pain. I had two arrows lodged into me and my legs were bleeding from my shins down. I would just nod slowly at her as she motioned for me to turn around. Though I did not know why I trusted the stranger, I did, and I could hear her shuffling closer. "This is going to hurt like hell." She'd mutter as a warning. Before I could say anything, I gasped in pain as the arrow lodged in my shoulder was forcefully ripped out of my shoulder blade.

I would take a few deep breaths. "Are you alright-?" shed ask, in which I just nodded in response, motioning for her to continue. As shed finished wrapping a loose bandage around the wound on my shoulder, she moved to my ankle, I tried to stay focused as she pulled out the arrow lodged in my ankle. I let out a gasp of pain, tears streaming down my face, burning it deeper. Though I had tried not to, the pain had overwhelmed me, and I began to enter the state...

of the Enderwalk...

and the last thing I heard...

was a scream...

and the sound of...

silence...

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Chapter contains: Blood, Weapons and Weapon use, Anger, Shouting, Hostility, Interrogation, Threat, Mild Language

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Afternoon drifted into the smell of the air, and the sounds of songbirds drowned into the blur and ringing of the tone in my ears. The feeling of tiredness seeping through my body like blood through my veins. The weight of so many problems heaving on my shoulders, holding me down like a stone in a pond. Though through it all, a smile stays plastered on my face, until I am alone, until nobody will see me.

Tommy let out a tired yawn, scanning over the half-written page in front of me on the desk. He would angrily garb the paper, crumbling it up, throwing it into the pile of papers he had started near his desk. He would lay his head onto my folded arms with a heavy sigh.

"I don't even understand why they make me do these stupid papers..."I would mumble to my brother, Wilbur, who sat on the corner of my bed across the room.

"Tommy come on... you know just as well as I do that any royal needs a proper education." He would respond, his boots clunking against the wooden floors as he walked over to tommy, placing a hand on my shoulder. "Just keep trying at it Toms... you'll get it eventually" hed say, tapping my shoulder emphatically before walking out of the room, most likely to go train with techno.

Id bang my fist angrily against the wood of the desk. This was utterly pointless! I'd think to myself, taking a sigh before leaning back in my chair, utterly bored and over with this stupid assignment. Id crumple up my final piece of paper before throwing down my quill, splattering ink all of the desk.

Id pull up my hood, heading to the kitchens to get a glass of water, hoping to get there withought interruption. As id walk to the kitchen, I heard the sound of my brother Technoblade's voice talking with father. I didn't care much, and kept walking, reaching the kitchen which had been thankfully empty. I would pull out a glass from the neatly organized cupboard, walking over to the container of purified water, filling up the glass.

I would walk in the direction to my room, hearing a commotion where my father and brother resided, and I would peak around the corner of the wall, listening into the commotion. I could hear the sound of soft cloth rubbing against the cool wooden floors, and the soft drag of a material similar to the texture of bone. Curiously I would peak around, listening carefully.

"Who is this, general..." I'd hear my father's voice boom powerfully across the hall, full of question and curiosity the same. When id fully peaked around the corner, i noticed a young boy, around the same age as me being dragged along the floor. The boy had the features of a ram, with small, growing horns and ears drooping against the floor.

The longer I stared at its unconscious figure, the guiltier I felt, seeing its delicate wings torn and broken as if they had been nothing more than a twig in the way on a path. This is all my fault. I'd think to myself as I stared at the unconscious, wounded boy.

5 hours earlier...

I would walk through the forest, bow and arrow in hand. This was pointless. I wasn't another Technoblade... I was tommy! I was never going to be the best in my class... the best hunter and fighter in the region... but I guess I just had to try. As I'd yield the long, heavy wooden rod, I would hear a noise in the distance, and seconds later would aim my feathered arrow at the point where the noise came from, releasing the rod when i believed id found the right location of the animal.

The only thing I heard nearby after id shot the arrow was the sound of fluttering wings. Meaning whatever was there before, no longer was. I would kick at the ground in shame. I was never good enough... never would be good enough. Thoughts spiraled through my mind as I kept walking till I had heard another sound. Though when I listened closer it was apparent this sound was no pheasant or rabbit, it was the sound of a human, the sound of a trespasser.

I ran forward, keeping to the darkness of the shadows till I came close enough the see the trespassing being. Though i could not see him well, it appeared to be a young boy maybe close to my age... he had horns like a ram and... were those bee wings? I don't know... and I certainly didn't have time to figure out. As one right now, I have two options... I could kill him, or I could knock him out. Though my father and brother's words rang in my head to just kill the trespasser, something in me couldn't allow myself to release the arrow, to drive it through the boy's heart.

Instead, I loaded my bow with an arrow. One that was duller than others, but thus would inject the boy with a sort of serum, one that would have him fall into an unconsciousness. I could hear the click of the bow as I drew it, loaded with an arrow till I came to a realization. Just like the pheasant, if I had shot the boy with the arrow, he still had the chance to escape, to fly away. Withought thinking I already had a dagger in hand, and I flung it at the boy's delicate wing, earning a scream from him, seconds before the arrow drived into his arm, causing him to fall silently to the ground, not only passed out, but also bleeding from the wing. As the boy hit the ground, I had heard a painful noise... a sound that would haunt my dreams for many days to come... the sound of a crack... but not just any crack. See I had heard that noise before... 3 years earlier, training with my brother Technoblade, and as I stepped closer to the boy, my theories were deemed true, as I saw the boys twisted, painful looking leg in which has been twisted in ways that shouldn't be possible for any human being.

As I stared at the boy, bleeding in many places, with a leg practically cracked in two, I couldn't help but hear the mildly distant sounds of a patrol coming closer. I stared fearfully at the boy one last time before drawing a pearl of ender from my pocket, tapping it once before launching it in the direction of the palace. Someone would find the boy, and I would prefer it not to be me... at least for now...

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(No slurs of anything, just some more intense swear words)

(Moments after impact)

Pain. Pain was the only thing that could seem to engulf my body as I lie curled up on the forest floor, wreathing in agony. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, the noises around me blurred and mangled into a sense of nothingness. The sound of shuffling feet being the last thing I could hear...

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"Wake up you fucking intruder"!

One of the guards would say with a silver tongue, forcefully driving their thick leather boot into my side as I groaned in agony, struggling to open my tired, bloodshot eyes. Everything felt cold, and the dried, crusted blood seemed to engulf what must be around half of my body.

"I SAID WAKE UP!"

The guard repeated, driving his foot yet again against my cold, brittle body. As I groaned again, a sarcastic feminine voice spoke up.

"Alright tough guy, "It's" up. You can stop kicking the thing."

And as I had glance up, the female seemed to earn an eye roll from the man who she had been speaking to.

By the time my eyes had adjusted to the room, I still found I couldn't identify the placement as to where I was, and beads of venom laced sweat trickled down my broken body, causing one, younger guard a Yelp of surprise as one of the beads struck the skin of their open hand, causing the delicate skin of their palm to bubble off as if it had been evaporated into the air.

The motion of the guard seemed to arise commotion to the room, all guards raising their weapons in my direction while one cared for the wounded one. I raised my hands slowly and shakily, the hair covering my eyes only allowing me to see the partial area around me.

One of the lead guards, the one standing idly by as the others pointed weapons at me cleared his throat. "How the hell did you manage..." he'd take a few steps closer "To completely..." 2 more steps... "Burn the skin off of one of my guard's hands." He'd say glaring down at me, now only about a step away from my crumpled body.

"R-radiation..." Id mumble, barely being able to speak with the amount of pain my body had previously endured.

The guards in the room seemed to immediately jumped back, as if surprised I could even talk, along with the brute, mettled sound of my wounded vocal cords mixed with the odd British accent my family held grasp to through genetics.

The guard would give a smirk, with a small laugh, smirking down at me with a cold hard stare.

"And why the hell do you think I will believe that shit." Hed say, the smirk disappearing from his cold hard stare. I'd look up at him, tears brimming the cold edges of my eyes, prepared to die, prepared to suffer, prepared to endure whatever pain these people may have coming for me until they get an answer they like the sound of, till they figure out who I am.

"Well get it out of you eventually." Hed snarl, taking a few spaces back before turning back to be.

"Who are you, where are you from." Hed say, but just as I opened my mouth, he interrupted "And DONT even try to fucking lie to me kid."

Id clear my throat, standing as tall and powerful as I could in this room of fully armored guards, lifting mm chin up slowly.

"M-my name is Toby... I am from the kingdom of outcasts..." I'd say, secretly and invisibly crossing my fingers as to hoping the guards believed my mildly obvious lie. At least one thing i had said about me was true that is.

"The kingdom of outcasts you say?" Hed say with a smirk, stepping a bit closer yet again.

"Thats a bit far for where my scouts found you..." Hed say, the ominous expression becoming onto his terrifying face yet again.

"I've been traveling a while..." I'd say, trying to match the ominous tone of his voice, keeping mine as steady as possible with my far-gone wounds.

"Right..." He would respond in return. "So, there is no correlation between how close you seemed to be to The Kingdom of Manberg..." Hed say, glaring down at me, not believing my story for a moment.

I'd think quickly for a moment, almost stuttering at my words as I expressed them in as calm of a manner as I could manage. "I was staying with an old friend... hard to survive out there... you would know..."

His gaze quickly went from mild understanding to extreme anger and fury.

"Do... NOT DARE TALK ABOUT MY PAST YOU GOD DAM PRISONER" Hed say drawing a sword to my neck, causing beads of anxiety filled sweat to roll down the back of my neck, plopping onto the floor with an odd sizzle.

A weak spot... that's what I had found. Something so hurtful from ones past that it makes them bubble with fury even at the slightest mention.

I'd try my best to long as large and strong as I could, prepared to make some sort of insulting comeback, but as I analyzed my situation more, I realized this guard had no reason NOT to kill me right here. NOT to watch my blood pool around me as he orders his enslaved servants to clean it up. NOT to watch the life drain from my brownish hues, falling into a deep, forever restless slumber. So, considering all factors, the ladder was obvious.

"M-my apologies- uhm- s-sir" I'd say with a stutter to my voice, now actually feeling very insignificant and small compared to the heavily armored men and women around me.

I would notice the light sense of grim chatter around me seemed to dim, and footsteps could be heard echoing from somewhere down the hallway. As the general heard the approaching steps, he made his power known by slicing a small wound on the outer layer of my throat. Not enough to cut the essential vein held in that region, but enough to feel the simmer of pain that came with the open wound.

The person who had sent a loud echo through the hallway now arrived through the door. He was tall, rather old looking, and had blonde hair and a large green hat covering a large percentage of his head. My trainings had always taught me the characteristics of other rulers, but I never thought I would see one myself, that is.

"My king..." The general said, his voice echoing through the completely silent room, bowing to the king, in which everyone followed in suit.

"General... I presume you have more information on our... "guest" at this point?" Hed say, the words rolling off his tounge in a very different way than mine, which peaked my interests in science for once. The way the word "guest" had left the kings mouth was not pleasant. As if he too, only intended to keep me around till I'm not useful anymore, till they are bored of my presence. Though i sensed something different from this man, as if he wasn't full of menace and all-knowing power. As if he was far too intelligent to resort to such measures.

"We have been trying, but none of its information can be backed up..." The general would say in response, dipping his head slightly as to show his apologies for not having completed the task at hand, though seeming so simple.

"Hm... I see. Take him to the holding cell for now. we can get more out of him tomorrow." The king would say loud enough for everyone in the room to begin to scramble into their positions to do as they were told with the task at hand. The king would take a few steps towards the general, and a bit quieter, would say "and make sure he doesn't see the way there in the first place... you know what happened before." a spike of fear and curiosity shot through me. What had happened before? Though the main thing coursing through my veins was the ominous, all-knowing thought that seemed to line every edge of my coursing brain.

"I may be stuck here forever, or die here alone..." Which of the two options was worse, I was unsure. But I knew that either way would be torture until I could figure something out.

My thoughts were interrupted as I felt something hard and blunt hit me square in my head, sending panic through me before darkness seemed to almost instantaneously engulf everything.

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!!!(GRAPHIC, DEATH, BLOOD)!!!

(No- like seriously please be warned)

I would wake up from my ender state, drenched in a cold, dry sweat, a sickening, sticky feeling on the palms of my hands. The cold shift in the wind dared me to glance up, to see what a monster I was, but something in me couldn't yet bare to see what I had done.

After a moment of silence, my body willed me to lift my head, slowly drawing my eyes higher and higher, till they met the sickly sight of what I had done.

The women from before would lay cold, and almost lifeless in front of me, her head dented and bashed into the cold stone where it lay, bloodied and bruised. Her chest, a sickening sight of blood-stained clothes and a large gap in her shirt above her stomach.

As I stared at the numerous stab wounds the woman had endured to her stomach, I felt sick to mine. Turning around to retch the grass behind me, falling down onto my knees in pain, not only from when the woman had clearly tried to fight back, but the same mental hurt that always came when something bad happened. Something bad always happens.

No wonder everyone hated me, no wonder I was an outcast. Everything I did threatened the lives of those around me. Every nervous thought I could think out me closer into an unconscious spiral of immoral rage. Ever disagreement i could be involved in could endanger those around me in a matter of seconds.

"Please wake up..." I would say, my face pained with every hurt-stricken tear that dared to fall from my eyes. The limp and lifeless body that allay in my arms seemed to stare up at me, longing for my eternal suffering, though seemingly of peace and harmony.

Id jump out of my daze, hearing a sound of ruffling and scratching leaves being torn against the ground in a run. Whether the sound is coming closer or father away from my current position, i couldn't tell. All I could hear was the simultaneous ringing in my ears followed by a scream of dismay.

Every bone and muscle in my body told me to flee, told me to run and hide. To find safety, hidden from the consequences of my actions. While I stared down into the eyes of the limp woman now sprawled on the floor, my eyes widened with shock.

"No no.. no no no..." I would repeat to myself, bursting out into a saddened, maniacal laughter. I know deep down inside exactly who this woman was, but it pained me to think it.

Apparently, I had traveled farther than I had thought, the kingdom I had a-fled from had been miles away from my current location. How did I know this? Because the person laying below me was none other than the queen herself, someone known and respected by all in the land, the only thing keeping the kingdom from ruin by its disheveled king.

"MONSTER!" I heard from a shout coming from behind me, along with the clang of a sword being drawn. I turn around quickly, a large, angered hiss coming from the pits of my anxiety filled stomach.

"PLEASE DONT!" I yell, tears shedding from my red, puffy, multicolored hues. I didn't want any more blood on my hands, but before I could do anything, a sword was being swung directly at me, and I was teleporting a mere foot or two in front of me.

Silence

A sound that seemed to haunt my ears now, something I hated deeply, because it had meant something had gone terribly wrong. But now that one soldier had shown up, I knew there were more coming.

I quickly pulled out a book and quill with a shaking hand, jotting down a letter to those who with ought a doubt would arrive shortly.

"Dear those of Manberg..."

My name will be unknown and so will my whereabouts... please know I mean know harm. it was entirely and accident and no direct attack on the kingdom. Please forgive me for the extensive harm I have caused you. I am aware my story is entirely hard to believe. Please know I will be burdened with my own actions for the rest of eternity.

-Sincerely, and dearest apologies,

Unknown."

I would place the note carefully over the bloodied body of the previous queen, flinching slightly with a cold chill running through my spine. Somebody was soon to find this note, and whatever my efforts will be will never be enough. I will always be an enemy of the kingdom.

A thought popped into my head as a realization came to mind. They only way I could ever be this kingdoms enemy is if they know who is to be deemed an enemy, who is the treat to be treated as a monster.

Whether I decide to play victim or not will either help my story or put me in the depths of a cold dark prison, or put my head decapitated in a weaved basket soaked in blood. Though the pains of my thoughts, I knew I could stay here no longer, and knew I had to take the safer, ladder of my options.

I knew I had to flee and show no trace of who, or what had happened here. I drew on my mask with shaky hands, disappearing smoothly into the depths of the silent night.

(Sorry for the slightly shorter chapter! Hope the gore wasn't too much ;-;)

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The soldiers moved quickly around the room, and I dashed quickly out of there before anyone could spot me, slamming the door behind me as I entered my room. My brother, sitting on the bed, stood up quickly, grabbing me by the shoulders.

"Woah- hey calm down Tom! What happened??" He said, glancing down as my face with worry. He was annoying at times, but I knew he still cared about me. I wanted to respond, and to answer him, but the guilt I felt for the boy held a grasp on my tounge, and i could barely speak. Wilbur was not stupid. He knew I was not playing some sort of a joke at this point, and that something was truly wrong. He sat down on the bed, still holding me close and comforting me. He was a good brother when he wasn't being annoying.

A loud knock came from the door, and while still holding on to my frail shoulders, Wilbur leaned forward and said, "Who is it?"

"It's Techno, who else?" The deeper voice responded, opening the door.

"Hey! I didn't say you could come in Dipshit!" Wilbur said, shielding me from our much more strict, political brother.

"What has him looking like he's seen a ghost?" Techo said non-chilauntly, leaning against the wall while looking menacingly down on me and Wilbur.

"I don't know. But you aren't helping right now. What's gotten into you lately?" Wilbur asked, glaring at him.

"Whatever. Look- I just wanted to tell you there's a new prisoner. Found on the forest pretty wounded. Stupid little thing. Won't give us any information though!" Techno just laughed as my breathing increased, and I hugged closer to Wilbur, trying to use the comfort of his presence to calm myself down from the feeling of guilt and fear.

"Thats wonderful Techno. Now can you leave? You have fun with that." Wilbur said in response, giving a worried glance in my direction.

Wilbur:

It wasn't like tommy to hide under the gaze of Techno, even if his demeanor can be rather terrifying at times. I don't know what has him so spooked that he's actually coming within 5 feet of me, but I don't think it's good.

"Whatever" Techno responded, walking out of the room, the door slamming on the way.

"Tom... are you okay...? What's going on? Is it something with the prisoner-?" I asked, looking at his horrified face.

Tears began to roll down his cheeks as he hugged me tightly.

"W-will... It's a-all my fault..." He said shakily, as if that was all he could manage to say.

"What was tom? The prisoner?" I was honestly quite worried now. Clearly, I wasn't going to get any clear information out of him in the state he was in. I carefully helped him up, helping him walk to his bed, sitting him down.

"Your too frantic Tom... just get some rest and calm down. We can talk in the morning okay-?" I said, helping him into bed while fresh tears still rolled down his cheeks. I knew he was rather sympathetic lately, but this confused me.

As soon as he layed down and stopped stirring, I stepped carefully out of the room, holding the door till it closed gently behind me. I needed to figure out who this new prisoner was, and why he was so frantic at their arrival.

As I walked the halls, I noticed Father talking to some sort of scout, probably from another kingdom.

"Hello father" I said calmly, following with a bow as I approached the two.

"Hey Wil, do you need something?" He responded, turning to look in my direction, the calm expression he always had still resonating on his face.

"Yes, I'm sorry to interrupt. Where is the new prisoner being kept? I'd like to pay them a brief visit." I said, glancing down the hall to the door of our room before looking back.

"Oh, i can have one of the guards take you there. May I ask why you are suddenly so interested in the prisoners? I thought you had no care for such despicable behavior?" he said, giving a sly smirk, using air quotes periodically as he talked to imitate me.

"Curiosity" I said in a straightforward manner, hoping he wasn't to ask any more questions.

"Alright. I will have one of the guards take you down." He finished, giving me a nod before signaling to one of the guards.

I nodded back, nodding to the guard as I began to follow him away.

We walked through a darkened corridor, following a simultaneous path through a side passage of the prison.

"Typical" I thought, knowing how my older brother and father were. They would not deal kindly to suspicious outsiders in the kingdom, especially if they were found rather close to our crumbling, insecure walls.

"Just in there" The guard said with a nod and a bow, following the passage presumably back to stand at the entrance till my return.

The guards voice knocked me out of my own thoughts, and I entered the dark room.

One singular, dull candle stood on a wall mount on the outside of the cell, with a small, cramped little room. Other than the odd passage to get there, the cell was nothing out of the ordinary. Steel bars, bare, cold floor, stale bread and of course the retched smell of a person who probably hasn't bathed in a very long time.

The only odd thing i could notice was the crumpled figure of a boy in the middle of the "cage". The boy looked probably about toms age and had what probably used to be very fine and beautiful bee like wings. These very wings were now crumpled and torn, of course assuming they were not always like that of course.

What stumped me was the large, growing horns that protruded from the boy's head, one of them cracked and broken, with hooves that made sense with the horns.

It was not necessarily common, but occasionally common folk could be born as some sort of two-part hybrid, but I'm not sure I've ever seen one with more than two components. Clearly there was something odd or... special rather about this boy we had come across.

I walked closer to the bars, knocking three times with the metal hand piece I wore upon my hand. A protection device in a way. The noise clanged loudly through the space, and the boy's ears immediately retracted and closed closer to him head.

"I know your awake kid." I said, kneeling down to try and level with the by as much as possible. I guess to try and make myself less of a threat.

I'd assume after hearing the new voice, that is when the boy decided to look up and glance at my figure.

"Who a-are you? What do you w-want?" The boy asked, carefully sitting up as much as he could. He probably felt a great extent of pain from his injuries. Techno or one of the lead guards doing no doubt.

"My name is Prince Wilbur. I just want to talk."

(Hope you enjoyed! New chapter coming soon, may edit olds ones too.)

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