Hey, hey, hey! I know I probably shouldn't be starting another story, but this one has been stuck in my brain for days now. Those of you reading "Our Love It Up!" I'm working on Chapter 4 as we speak.

Warning: I own nothing and this is an eventual ReCe

Prologue

'What happened?' I thought as I looked out the window of my room at the dark, gray, lifeless world that was my kingdom. 'Chicago used to be a beautiful world, but now it's...dead.'

Ok, well, it wasn't completely dead. There were still people, but everyone is so...miserable.

And I can't stand it.

I wanted to go out into town and see what I could do to try and help my people, but my older brother, Tyson, never allowed it. He always kept me isolated in, and because of that, I almost never left my room. I had my own bathroom with a shower, sink, mirror and toilet. The maids brought me up food and took my laundry when it needed done. Tyson would stop in and check to see if I still had a pulse every so often. Tyson. When he took the throne after Mother and Father were killed, that's when things seemed to change for the worse, but I would never blame my brother for such act of misery. Tyson said Mother and Father never had a will, so Tyson took the throne since I, 1) wasn't of age, and, 2) was told the throne belonged to Tyson.

I lost my parents when I was 9 and Tyson was 12 from a successful assassination attempt. Next in line for the throne at that time was Mother's younger brother since neither Tyson or I were 18 yet, so Uncle Jonathan took over the throne and took care of Tyson and I like we were his own.

Well, Uncle Jonathan was murdered four years later from severe food poisoning. Again, successful assassination attempt. Since there was no more people of royal bloodline that were of age, Mother only having one brother and Father being an only child, Tyson took over at the young age of 16 and over the period of three years, the once strong, beautiful, and well-respected kingdom of Chicago was destroyed. I don't even think I've seen sunlight since Tyson took over.

Again, I'm not blaming Tyson of anything...

I'm just keeping an open mind.

As I grew older, I became aware of more things and was able to understand how things worked. I was naturally shy and quiet and very self-reserved, but as I got older, I became more observant. And in this kingdom...

That is a very dangerous combination.

Not that I would hurt anyone. I treat my people with kindness and respect when they come in to talk to Tyson about various problems, from agricultural issues to political squabbles. I would always be beside Tyson and listened, voicing my opinion when I thought it was needed, even though it would be in a shy, mousey tone. That kindness and respect that I show them pays off, because they treat me the same way. Tyson is a little more...hard-headed, so to speak. He isn't as understanding as I am and because of that, we have Rebels.

Rebels. That has been the main issue as of late. It seems that the more that are arrested, the more of them there are. Their objectives are the same: Rebel against Tyson. Why they're arrested is a different story. The minor offenders, such as Rebels protesting outside of the palace or dropping pipe-bombs in a rally in Town Square, are sentenced to a period of time in jail. Usually no longer than a month, although one can spend up to a year in jail if deemed necessary.

Then there are the more serious offenders, ranging from invading the palace and stealing weapons and food to trying to kill my brother and their current king. The ones that are caught are thrown into the dungeons down below the palace where they can't escape. On most occasions, when you're sentenced to the dungeon, you're stuck there for eternity. Very rarely is one released back out into the general public, like 1 out of 100 people, and from what I've heard (Tyson won't let me in the dungeons either), we have more than 300 Rebels and assassins staying in the dungeons.

Wonderful...

I pull my gaze away from my window when I heard soft tapping on my door. A maid brings my dinner in, and I thank her as she leaves, but I don't touch it. Thinking about the welfare of my kingdom always took away my appetite. Instead, I grab my night clothes and go the the bathroom to get a shower. As I do, I make one thing absolutely clear in my mind...

I sneaking out to Town Square tomorrow.

Sorry this is so short, but Prologues aren't supposed to be very long. Review if you like and you want me to continue (even though I probably will anyway, but reviews are nice ; )

Anv!|ette