Hello there! The name's Ace! I know I've been MIA for a LONG time. Writers block is quite the bitch you know? Anyways, this is my attempt at a comeback!
Title: War and Peace
Chapter: Prologue
Summary: Peeta is known for being one of the first witches as well as the first king to his kingdom. Centuries later after his mysterious death, his decedent reads a spell that brings him back to life. Cato and Gale are personal guards to the royal family, and now have to deal with a two thousand year old witch who knows little of the current world. What could possibly go wrong? Pairing(s): Cato/Gale/Peeta (Threesome!). No lemons till later chapters! Set in a victorian setting!
Pairings: Cato/Gale/Peeta
It was times like these was when Cato was at his calmest. When the walls were bathed in dancing shadows as the candle's tried to fight the wind. As he laid curled up in bed with his dark haired lover curled in his arms. As he thought about the day ahead of them they would have in a few hours as the sun starts ascending.
"Stop being creepy..." Cato heard his lover mumble into his shoulder, and Cato couldn't help but to chuckle. Cato looked down and looked at his beautiful boyfriend who was curled up with his head on his shoulder. His olive skin looked beautiful bathed in the dim candle light, as well as his grey eyes that still had traces of sleep in them.
"And how was I being creepy, Gale?" Cato asked, a smirk on his face as he looked at the other man. Cato knew what he was doing. He had been staring at Gale. But how could Gale possibly blame him? The Archer looked beautiful in this lighting. Cato normally wasn't a big fan of art...But today he couldn't help but to wish that he knew how to paint Gale like this. So he could always see him like this.
"You know exactly what you're doing, idiot." Gale grumbled. His voice portrayed how sleepy and annoyed he was at Cato, and the glare on Gale's face merely backed up that theory. "We need to be well rested. Busy day tomorrow..." He said as he placed his head back on Cato's shoulder, and promptly drifted back to sleep.
Cato knew Gale was right. They were the prince's guards, so wherever the prince went they went. Which also meant if the prince had a busy day, they had a busy day. Gale's family had been the personal guards to the royal family for generations, rumors saying that they traced all the way back to the first King of Panem, while Cato had only recently gotten inducted into the business thanks to Gale.
Cato had seen pictures of the original king, and Cato would be lying if he said that he wouldn't bat an eye if he saw him in the flesh. The boy had the purest blue eyes that Cato had thought he's ever seen. Pale skin that looked beautiful with his ashy blonde hair that fell over his forehead in waves...But it wasn't just his looks. It was his aura. The original King was known for being one of the strongest witches, known for being able to control anything to take root and bloom. He could control any plant and various other things...They called him the Poison Prince, because every time people tried to assassinate him with poison it wouldn't work. A young boy with so much power...Yet he was the most peaceful king they've ever had.
Cato was brought out of his musings by Gale shifting in his sleep, and Cato sighed. He needed to go to sleep. The prince would need them at their finest tomorrow morning...As always.
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At the same time, the prince was awake in his own room of the palace. His guards' rooms were on either side of him, although he's noticed that the boy's usually spent most of their times in the same room. Prince Rye looked exactly like the original king. But so has every king they've had. It is said that the original king placed a spell on his whole family, and that any person he's deemed worthy enough to be a king would turn out looking exactly like him. And that's what happened with Rye. Of course Rye was but a kid, and right now a council was taking over until he reached of age (eighteen).
Rye has been studying up on the original king. He was a powerful earth wielding witch, which isn't surprising since he was the first earth wielding witch. Most people knew about witches these days. They've replaced the old view of witches. They weren't women who rid on brooms with pointed hats decorating their head. Witches were merely normal humans that could preform various spells and control one element. But Rye was also a doppelganger. Someone who looked exactly like someone from the past. The original king.
Rye had found a diary under one of the floor boards in his room about a week ago, and he's slowly been reading his way to the back when no one was looking. He didn't want to have to confiscate it, since he knew that it might be a long time he saw it. In fact, right now he was on the last page. And it was a spell. Rye's eyes peered down curiously at the spell, and the cogs in his sixteen year old head started spinning. What could this spell do? Should he try it?
He took a deep breath and started chanting...
...But nothing happened as he finished the spell. He frowned and looked down at the journal and sighed. What was he expecting to happen? He guessed that the thought of having a spell that one of the original witches wrote down was exciting to him, but it looks like it didn't work...
With disappointment in his heart, he crawled into bed and blew out the candle next to him.
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Unknown to the prince, in the ground of the gardens of the palace, bright blue eyes snapped open.
