AN: So, first of all. My first language is not English, so there might be off mistake in there, that I may have missed, even though I checked it like 20 times. So please bear with me. I tried to find every mistake, but I'm not perfect and neither is spellchecker.

The story is mostly finished, though I may add a chapter or two.

Everything said, so enjoy the prologue.

"Was that really the right answer?"

A deep sigh was heard in the room. "The right maybe not, but the only possible one, without risking losing them to marines."

"Your father could have protected them or at least brought them to a safe country."

"My father stands before the marines, before he stands to his family. If it came out, he'd have to kill them. At least like this they have the chance to live, as the world now knows of their existence. Truly, this is the worst situation, that could have ever happened."

A weak grin placed itself of on the face of the other man in the room.

"Well then, we will just have to end this as fast as possible and create the world we want to see. A world, where our sons can grow up free."

Faint screeching, growling and howling, made them press their tiny hands over their ears. Trying and failing to block out those noises connected with blood and death. There was nobody here, other than them. No mothers, they were gone. Sleeping in a pool of red liquid. The noises reminded them of the terror of the animals. The creatures of the island. Going as far to kill their own kin and eating them if there was nothing else to eat. It made them go completely crazy. They died soon after eating the meat of their kin. Started to stumble over their own feet, falling to the ground unable to get up. Usually they died soon after, leading to a new leader of the island. They grew up watching the bloodshed, as the lowest of the lowest. They learned that they needed to grow strong, strong enough to kill those, who'd eat them. Tou-sans weren't coming. Even after 3 sun turns, they didn't return. They barely remembered anything, other than the broken sentence from them.

"… crazy… creepy… go home… then… good…"

The grinning one of the two looked to the other, a bit taller one. A small scar under his left eye. Smiling back lightly, the taller one went to his kin. Lu, that was all he really remembered, but that was not important. Only they were important. They knew, if they killed the other, they'd die. People weren't important. Soon memories became foggy and cloudy, before slowly vanishing in a haze of a few pieces of words and pictures.

A crying woman was often seen at the cliffs, staring out to the ocean. Mourning over somebody. Who nobody knew. Not that they cared. The marines were everywhere, stole or killed every child in sight, who somehow could have been born as the prince of the pirates. They couldn't care about a mourning woman at the chiffs, not even when she suddenly vanished. Her home, only used by the servants of the rich family, stood proudly on the hill, yet nobody cared. The tall man, which the odd stile of clothing, that came the day the woman vanished, wasn't as any importance. Yet when finally, the marines left, they cared. Wondered where she was, what happened. Too late. The prince was born. Nobody knew. The prince that had the chance to grow up in a world without hate, until he was strong enough to cope with it.

He remembered talking with his brothers before turning in for the night. If he never brought that damn fruit with him! If he… If he had known it better, he wouldn't have ever let it come to this. Pain shooting through his entire body, concentrating, where the blade penetrated his body multiple times. He felt the warm slick feeling of his own blood run down his waist, staining his white cloths red, while forming a pool of blood around him. This would be the end, but if it was, he'd take the traitor down with him. He faintly remembered splintering wood and more and more pain, he just couldn't really care anymore. He embraced the outstretched hands of the ocean. At least in the end, he'd be one with the ocean. Just for the end of this life. Maybe in his next one, he'll make a different one. One where he would safe his father from more hurt. Maybe, maybe. He should have really said sorry and goodbye to his family. It felt wrong going without telling them goodbye. But for that it was too late. He hit the cold waters, salt stinging at the wounds. strings of red, staining the ocean, he only felt sorrow.