His parents were traveling clowns, and as soon as he could walk, they taught the little boy how to juggle, throw knives, ride an unicycle on a tight-rope and other things that should be impossible for most five-year olds. Yes, Mana Walker was a protégée at the art. He would laugh and smile, and run around the circus tent with his younger brother, Nea. It was an horrible event, the most gruesome the circus had ever seen. Nobody is in fact sure what happened but in the end, it left the young Mana alone in the world with nothing but an overturned carriage and the mangled bodies of his brother and parents. Mana did not sulk for long, however. He pulled out his father's clown make-up and painted on a big smile. For you see, the King was coming and he was granted time to entertain the King and the Queen. Now there is something I should point out, the Queen is sadly childless, and cannot produce an heir, in her depression of yet another miscarriage, the King brought her to this humble wandering circus. Mana was the second to last to perform. He smiled greatly as he rolled out three large, colorful balls, ranging in different sizes. Now the little boy, grabbed each ball and somehow managed to climb to the high platform that allowed performers access to the tight-rope. He balanced each ball on top of each other, and then balanced himself, on top of them. He care fully rolled onto the rope and stood on one foot. Producing several knives he eyed the target opposite him. Mana tossed one after another hitting it every time. He smiled at his success and carefully climbed down from his perch, and bowed to the two audience members.

The King was dumbfounded and the Queen clapped and cheered. She turned to her husband and with a great smile said " I think he'd make a great prince."

"Well that's up to the boy." The King retorted, chuckling

Mana said yes. When asked his reason he said " Who wouldn't want to be the prince?"

Years have pasted since then, the King has long since passed, and the Queen is bed ridden. As the new King Mana sat proudly on his throne. The clown king never lost his touch on his art, and often stood by the fountain in the center of the capital city, juggling for the children who passed by. It was Christmas day, and Mana put on his disguise and left the safety of the castle, armed with colorful plastic balls and a disguised guard. Standing before the fountain he tossed the balls high into the air catching each and throwing them back up. People soon gathered, their nose's and cheeks red from the cold. He noticed the familiar faces, of the shop owner's children and some unknown faces of tourists. During his little show his eye was always drawn to a small boy, five at the most, who stood at the edge of the crowd. His hair was snow-white, like the snow that fell upon it, his face was scarred a long cut across the left side of his face. The strange boy's silver eyes never left the colorful balls that Mana tossed into the air. Mana caught each ball and ended the performance. Everybody clapped and cheered and Mana bowed, thinking to himself 'what would they do if they knew their king just bowed to them?'

The crowd slowly disappeared until only the white-haired boy was left.

"Mister?" he asked grabbing Mana's tailcoat as he went to leave. The guard shifted uncomfortably and Mana raised a hand.

"What is it, little boy?" Mana asked kneeling down so he was at the boys height.

"I jwust wanted to twank-ywo for making this the best Cwistamas I've ever had." The boy stuttered, fiddling with a hole in the glove on his left hand. Mana was stunned, all he did was juggle.

"Is that so? I'm glad to hear it." Mana replied after regaining his composure.

"Where's your parents?" Mana continued

"Don't have any." The boy stated, looking at the ground

"I'm sorry to hear that. Where do you live then?" Mana questioned. The boy looked up and pointed to an alley way.

"Oh. Umm…What's your name?"

"Al-len." The boy stuttered "What's yours?"

"Mine's Mana Walker."

Allen giggled "That's the same name as our King!"

"I should hope so, Allen, you know why?"

"Why?" Allen asked after thinking a moment

"Because I am the king." Mana smiled at Allen's dumbstruck face. Mana felt an attachment for this boy, he's probably been through so much, and could be a fine leader someday. Mana deliberated his thoughts for a matter of minutes before saying to Allen.

"Would you like come stay with me, Allen, and be prince?"

Allen quickly shook his head 'yes' and Mana took his hand, and they made their way back to the large stone castle that adorned the mountain side.