Chapter 1: Separated by Fate
History repeats itself, and that's one of the things that's wrong with history
- Clarence Darrow
June 1998
Lezeinteinth Royal Family Rest House
Dolonn, Ingram
The Royal Princes' Chamber
"Seith?" a small boy asked in the middle of the night. That boy was Prince Keith von Lezeinteinth, Crown Prince Rudolf's younger son, who was but four like his older brother. They were sleeping on a double-decked bed, which, like all others in the palace, was laid with a hard camp bed for a mattress.
"Hmm? What is it, Keith?" the other voice was Prince Seith von Lezeinteinth, Prince Keith's older brother and the second in line for the throne of Lezeinteinth.
"Well, it's just... I have this feeling something's wrong tonight...,"he replied, worry obvious in his young brow.
"I know what your problem is. You just want to sleep next to Mum, don't you, Keith?" Prince Seith sat up on his bed and bickered with him.
Just then, there was sudden knock on their door. It was their father, Crown Prince Philippe.
"Skeith, are you awake? Come here, the guards told me there was an intruder in our grounds!"
"Skeith" was the collective name of the princes when their father wanted them. That said, they hurriedly changed their clothes and ran out the room.
Lezeinteinth Royal Family Rest House
Dolonn, Ingram
House Vault
"Please wait here, Your Majesty," a guard bowed to Emperor Rudolf, the Princes' grandfather, "and Your Highnesses," and to the rest of his family, his daughters Duchess Marina, Princess Marie, and Princess Vivienne, his son Crown Prince Philippe, his daughter-in-law Crown Princess Sophia, and of course, his grandsons, Prince Seith and Prince Keith.
"Mum where exactly are we going?" Prince Keith asked impatiently.
"Back to Lezeinteinth, honey. Hush now, here are the guards," Crown Princess Sophia answered.
True to her words, their guards came back in, with their firearms in their holsters. The princes huddled to the back, afraid of the guns they saw.
"TRAITORS!" was the only word heard before the gunshots echoed into the rooms and smoke from gunpowder clouded the horizon.
A/N: Sorry for another short chappie! Well, what with this thesis and finals, I sure can't write something straight. BTW:
Seith= Welsh= Seven or Norse=Magic
Keith=of the Forest
and that was loosely based on the shooting of the Romanov family. And when I say loosely, I meant it.
See ya! (Yup, I just gave a clue didn't I?)