Here is yet another new story. Normally, I wouldn't juggle more than like two stories at a time, but I've had this one in mind for a long time, so I wanted to put it out there.

Prologue

Before my city, Alexander existed; it was split into two different cities. Laylanth and Emmerston. The cities were enemies, always at each other's throats, for they both were powerful nations. These two kingdoms were united by the greatest rulers of all time; King Nicholas and Queen Maximum. It wasn't an easy task though.

Both King Nicholas and Queen Maximum faced many, many, many hardships. This is there story.

Third Person's P.O.V
It was late at night in the city of Laylanth. The townspeople were all in the streets celebrating. There was of course, a great reason to celebrate. The city's beloved king and queen, King Stephen and Queen Johanna, had given birth to a son. A prince had been born.

Laylanth was a pleasant kingdom. There were no class systems and everyone was treated as an equal. What the people were most proud of, though, was the fact that slavery was strictly forbidden.

As the king and queen walked through the brightly lit streets of Laylanth, people showered them with flowers. The queen was holding a small bundle of blue in her hands. The baby looked like a mix of his mother and father. He had a small tuft of black hair just like his father, but his eyes were black and intelligent like his mother.

The royal family walked into a small hut in the outskirts of the city. This was the house of Estelle, the cities fortune teller. It was tradition for a new born child to be taken to her so she could see its future. Estelle was ancient. She had leathery skin and limp, white hair. She was short, about four six, but she was greatly respected and feared in some people's cases.

"Your majesties." She said in her shrill voice.

"Hello Estelle." The King said friendlily. "We have brought our son here. We'd be honored if you would read his fortune for us."

"Well of course. Now, lay the boy here." She pointed to the table. Queen Johanna laid the bundle of blue on the table Estelle had pointed to. The baby was fast asleep. Estelle put her wrinkled hand on the little boy's forehead. She closed her eyes for about three minutes. When she opened them again, she frowned.

"Madame Estelle." The Queen asked. "Is everything alright?"

Estelle shook her head. "Something terrible is going to happen to the boy." The queen gasped. King Stephen put an arm around her waist and pulled her closer. "I am not sure what it is, but I know that it'll happen very soon. At the end though, he will be successful. Yes your majesties, Prince Nicholas will be a very, very successful king. He will make his city proud." Estelle finished. The king and queen thanked Estelle and went back to the castle.

At the exact same time the prince was born, a princess was born to King Richard and Queen Gloria, the King and Queen of Emmerston, Laylanth's enemy. Emmerston was a much more proper city. Class systems mattered to everyone, and slaves were greatly encouraged.

The King and Queen smiled at their daughter and decided to name her Maximum, for she would be the future queen of Emmerston and therefore needed a name that would express her power. The princess had chocolate eyes like her father and blonde hair like her mother.

The king and queen already knew that she would grow up to be the most beautiful girl anyone had ever seen. That, she did.

Four Years Later

It was a beautiful day in Laylanth. It was also Prince Nicholas's or Fang as they called him because of his peculiar obsession to bite when he was younger, fourth birthday. He was in his parents room, playing with the small figurines his parents had given him for his third birthday. The king and queen wanted to make sure he wasn't spoilt.

When the queen entered the room, she smiled at her son who was so busy playing that he didn't notice his mother enter. "Happy birthday sweetheart." She said. Fang looked up in surprise and smiled at his mother.

Queen Johanna walked up to her son. She kissed his cheek, picked him up and held him on her waist. Then the king entered the chambers. He ruffled the boy's already ruffled black hair. "Happy birthday son." He handed Fang a package. Johanna set the boy down and smiled yet again when she saw him busily open the package.

Inside was a beautiful crown. It was silver with blue felt on the inside and blue stones carefully placed on the outside (pic on profile). When Fang tried to put it on, it didn't fit on his head and slid onto his neck. He looked up at his parents in confusion. "When this fits you, you are ready to train to become a king. Until then, you must train to become a prince. There is one more present waiting for you outside." The king said.

When the royal family walked outside, a filly (baby girl horse) was in the stables. She was all black. There wasn't even a white star on her forehead. "Her name is Noeruline. She is yours." Fang stroked the foal's forehead. There was an instant connection between the two.

After about an hour of playing with Noero (Noeruline's nickname) the king and queen put boy to bed. After restlessly tossing and turning in his mother's lap, Fang finally went to sleep. King Stephen scooped him up and gently lay him down on his bed. He kissed his forehead and left the room.

The queen kissed Fang on the cheek. Then, as she was leaving the room, she whispered, "Goodnight my little prince."

That very same day, the prince was kidnapped by none other than Emmerston. A note was left on his bed saying that if anyone from Laylanth came into Emmerston; their beloved prince would be killed.

Max's P.O.V (She's four years old)

I was at my nanny, Valencia's house. I spend most of my time at her house. My mom and my dad won't care about me until I'm like fourteen so they can train me to be a queen. They even forgot my birthday. Valencia had five kids.

They all lived on the street, so she took them in when she found them. Today, Valencia's husband, Jeb was taking us to a slave auction. I hated seeing slaves get hurt and being forced to work against their own will, but Valencia said I would get used to it. When we got there, people were standing around a stage.

Slaves were being dragged out in handcuffs. The workers would say something about the slave, and people would start bidding. Jeb also bought a slave. After most of the auction was over, the announcer said they were going to bring out one more slave.

A boy who looked about my age was dragged out. He had black hair and dark eyes. People started laughing because who would want a four year old as a slave? "I know this is peculiar, but this boy is special." The announcer said.

"Here," he continued, "we have the future king of Laylanth." He nudged the boy forward. The crowd went silent. "That's right my dear citizens. We now that we have the prince of Laylanth in our hands, we can make them do anything we want." People cheered, and the bidding began.

The prince was sold for a very high price. After the crowd slowly dispersed, Jeb made us wait for our slave. The remaining crowd went silent as the prince was led out and handed to his new owner. He had a fresh purple bruise on his cheek, but surprisingly, there wasn't a single drop of water falling from his eyes. His eyes met mine and a flash of electricity jolted through me. Of course, I being a four year old, didn't understand anything. I never felt anything like it until fourteen years after that day, on my eighteenth birthday.

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