Three children were running. Their squeals of laughter could be heard all around. The five suns shone down on them brightly. They weaved through the purple fields, playing tag. The youngest, a boy called Blayn, fell over. The other two laughed then ran off, leaving him. 'Wait, stop!' He called after them but they didn't listen. He pulled himself up then started to walk home. He was always left out. They wouldn't even start to play with him in the first place if he wasn't the prince. He stared up at the sky and wondered. What is out there? Who is out there? Would anyone miss him if he left to go and see the stars? Blayn realized he was home. He looked through the window. His father was killing another innocent man. He was screaming, begging for his life. The man said he had a family; two children. No one even battered an eyelid. No. Blayn didn't want this. This planet was cruel. He was 10 years old yet he had the purest heart out of anyone on this planet. Blayn saw his father's ship. He could leave, goto a new planet, start a better life. So he did.
The next thing Blayn was aware of was he was falling. Crashing.
'Mam! Tad! An alien crashed in our garden!' Young Rhiannon Jones was squealing, trying to catch her parents attention. Blayn sat up. He felt dizzy. He quickly triggered the cloaking device on his ship. The girl returned from the house, both parents in tow.
'Why are you here boy?' The man barked. 'Where is your mother?'
'Don't have one. Or a father. Or a home.' Blayn mumbled.
'What's your name?'
'Don't have one..'
'Can we keep him mum?'
1 month later the Jones family adopted their new son Ianto.