Ten year old Genim startled awake after having a horrible nightmare. Genim quickly got out of bed and headed toward his big brother room. "Jacks, Jacks. Wake up." He whispered softly moving closer to his brothers bed, when Jackson didn't move Genim began to gently shake his shoulder.

Fifteen year old Jackson groaned and shrugged off Genim's hand but Genim simply continued shaking his shoulder. Jackson finally rolled over to see his baby brother looking at him with watery eyes, which made him wake up fully. "What's wrong Genim?" He asked, scooting over so that Genim could crawl into the bed with him.

Genim climbed onto the bed and cuddled into Jackson chest. "I had a really scary dream." Genim said shaking slightly, he reached out to grip Jackson's night shirt tightly in his small hand.

"Was it about mother again?" Jackson asked while wrapping his arms tightly around his brother.

Genim nodded his head and the began to sob uncontrollably. "I-i-is i-it my f-fault t-t-that s-she d-d-died?" He stuttered out with shaky breaths.

Jackson sighed softly shaking his head and kissing Genim's forehead. "No, it's not. Don't ever think that Genim. It was just mothers time to go."

Genim nodded his head and hugged Jackson tighter. "Can I sleep in here with you tonight."

"Of course you can." Jackson grabbed his blanket and covered them both up. He began to gently rock Genim back and forth while humming lightly.

"I love you, Jacks." Genim whispered.

"I Love you too, Genim." Jackson said, both falling asleep quickly.

~8 Years Later~

That was the last night Stiles had ever stayed in Jackson room with him, and the next day was the last time he would see him. His brother had been sent to a school in France the next day. Sadly the ship had been ransacked by pirates, there was some people that had survived but there was nothing to tell if Jackson was alive or not. Its been eight years since that day and it was presumed that Jackson was dead. Since the lose of his brother Stiles had forbidden anyone from calling him Genim even his father. Now however Stiles was going to be turning eighteen and as custom he would have a grand ball for his coming of age. All the royals will be attending and Stiles will have to play nice and be the perfect boy he was supposed to be.

Isaac his personal assistant walked into the room and looked at Stiles with wide eyes. "Sire the guests have started to arrive and you are still not ready."

Stiles didn't even react as he looked out his window. "Today Jackson would be twenty-three years old. Did you know that Isaac?"

Isaac sighed and grabbed Stiles turning him around so that he could help him get dressed faster. "Yes, I know you tell me how old he would be every year."

"I just don't want anyone to forget about him." Stiles mumbled sadly, helping Isaac.

"Sire no one could forget about him even if they wanted too." Stiles made a sound of agreement.

Isaac and Stiles quickly finished getting him dressed. Stiles walked to the mirror to quickly fix his hair while Isaac got rid of his dirty clothes. "Now lets head down to your party. I think they've waited long enough for your arrival." Isaac stated grabbing Stiles arm and leading him toward the ballroom. Stiles sighed but let himself be lead downstairs.

"Introducing his highness Stiles Stilinski." A man stated loudly for everyone to here once Stiles began to walk down the staircase Isaac following a few steps behind.

Stiles went through out the party on auto pilot, greeting each guest that approached him with kindness. Dancing will all the men and women that wanted to dance with him, speaking to anyone that spoke to him and talking to all the Lords and Saints.

The only moment that he had to himself was went he went to the washroom. Stiles took a deep breath and looked at himself in the mirror. This was all so unfair his brother should be here making jokes about all the horrible dressed people with him and keeping all the men and women that wasn't his betrothed away. Stiles sighed and reached up to wipe his eyes he didn't need his father to worry about him right now. Just a few more hours and Stiles would be able to cry himself to sleep thinking about all the things his brother has missed and will miss. Stiles washed his face and plastered on a fake smile before exiting the room.

John Stilinski sighed in relief when he saw his young son leave the bathroom. He had kept a watchful eye on the boy ever since...he didn't want to lose another son. God, how he missed his eldest son. He should have never sent him to France he should have kept him safe in England with Stiles. He breathed in deeply and went back to concentrating on the guests but keeping a close eye on Stiles. He looked to the side and was shocked to see Captain Danny Mahealani his sons fiance.

Danny approached him with a smile. "Hello Sire it's nice to see you again."

"Danny it's a pleasure as we'll. When did you return from France?" John questioned as he waved a servant over. "We didn't think you would make it."

"Just this morning. I didn't want to miss Stiles' coming of age ceremony." Danny said. "Where is he by the way?"

John smiled as he turned to the servant girl. "Bring my son to me please, dear."

"Right away sire." She scurried away in search of Stiles.

"He'll be here soon. Now why don't you tell me about what you've been doing in France."

The servant girl found Stiles talking with Isaac by the drinks. "Sire. I'm sorry to interrupt but your father requests to see you."

Stiles turned away from Isaac to smile gently at Kira. "What does he need me for?"

"I do not know but Captain Mahealani is with him." She stated with a small smile.

Stiles nodded with a small smile on his lips. "I didn't even know he was coming back from France yet."

"You would've known if you had read his last letter." Isaac said smirking at the younger boy. Who glared at him.

"Why didn't you read it sire." Kira questioned.

"I didn't have time to with all the planning for the ball sadly." Stiles stated waving his hands around.

"They're completely boring Kira. He spends most of the letter talking about the things hes doing in France and how much he misses Stiles it goes on and on." Isaac stated rolling his eyes.

"Its quiet romantic." Stiles said glaring at Isaac who just raised and eyebrow. Stiles groaned and turned to Kira.

"Come on Kira, let's go." They walked away, Stiles turning to stick his tongue out at Isaac, receiving a chuckle in return.

"Ah, Stiles my darling it's been too long." Danny greeted Stiles as he walked toward him. He took Stiles hand in his kissing it lightly. "I've missed you greatly, our letters do not suffice me as they used to."

Stiles smiled gently. "That they don't, I love conversing with you face to face."

John grinned happily. "Well I'll just leave you to alone to get reacquainted." His nerves calming knowing his son would be with someone who cared for him almost much as himself. "Take care of my boy, Captain."

"With my life sire." John walked away leaving the two alone. "Would you like to go for a stroll in the garden Stiles?" Danny asked sticking his arm out for Stiles to take.

Stiles nodded his head hooking his arm through Danny's. Danny led him outside and they began to walk with Danny telling him about how much France had changed from his last visit. "When I return you should accompany me Stiles. You would like it in France they have many places were you can buy literature."

Stiles smiled, Danny was a wonderful person and he always thought of Stiles. He just wasn't what Stiles wanted they had known each other far too long, it just felt wrong to him. He knew however that he wouldn't want to be with anyone else. "I would like that but you know how I feel about boats."

Danny smiled sadly. "Yes, I do. I just hate being without you for such long periods of time. We are to be married soon and I would like to spend as much time as possible with you before then." Danny sighed. "I know that you do not love me Stiles. I want there to be some type of feeling in our marriage and I do not care if it is just friendship that we have."

Stiles looked down sadly, taking Danny's hand in his. "I do love you Danny, but more like a brother. I want to marry you because no one else will understand and care for me like you do, but I also want you to go find someone that can love you the way you should be loved."

Danny sighed and squeezed Stiles hand lightly. "I'm going to marry you Stiles and one day you might love me and that's what I'm waiting for." Stiles grinned shyly and placed a hand on Danny's cheek. He pulled him down into a light kiss.

They was a loud crash making Stiles and Danny pull away from each other. Danny stood up running past a bush to see the harbor. Stiles followed him and looked as well, there was a ship and it was shooting it canons at the town. Stiles looked more closely at the ship trying to see if he knew whose ship it belonged to. There was a black flag flowing in the wind and the symbol on the flag was a wolf and it looked as if it was howling and there was a three spiraled ring on it. Danny gasped and Stiles was being dragging him back inside.

"Stiles are you alright?" John asked hugging him when they approached him. "Danny what's going on?" He asked turning to the other boy.

Danny sighed softly. "The Hales are here." He kissed Stiles forehead and rushed away heading toward his soldiers that had entered the building. They headed outside as soon as Danny gave the orders.

"Who are the Hales?" Stiles asked turning to look at his father.

John ignored his son and spoke to his guests in a calm tone. "It is alright everybody just head back home and keep everything locked up." The guest all left slowly most seemed to worried to leave.

"Dad, who are the Hales?" Stiles asked again pulling on the sleeve of his fathers shirt.

Isaac walked quickly toward them. "Isaac, keep Stiles in his room please." He stated ignoring his son once again.

"Dad!" Stiles screamed making his father turn to him with wide eyes. "Who are the Hales?" He demanded stomping his foot.

John sighed and gripped Stiles shoulder gently. "There pirates Stiles. They are the ones who are believed to have ransacked your brothers ship." Stiles looked at him with wide watery eyes. "Keep him in his room Isaac." Isaac grabbed Stiles arm and led him upstairs to his bedroom.

"I can't just sit here, Isaac. The people that killed my brother are here attacking my home." Stiles said as he paced his bedroom.

"Stiles, I've heard about the Hales there not ordinary pirates, there's something about them that makes them stronger and faster than anyone else. People even say that they cannot die that they heal instantly." Isaac stated with a scared expression.

"What people say these things?" Stiles questioned turning to the other boy.

"The Argent's, they have been fighting the Hales for the longest time now. Even before we were born." Isaac stated with wide eyes.

Stiles groaned throwing his hands up in the air. "It doesn't matter those people killed my brother. They don't deserve to live." He looked outside where the sounds of war were going on, hopefully Danny was okay.

"You don't know that Stiles your father said that they are believed to have ransacked the ship. There is no proof." There was a loud crash downstairs and people screaming. Stiles eyes widened and he looked over at Isaac who looked equally as scared. "Go hide." Isaac whispered.

"No, Kira's down there what if they hurt her." Stiles quickly walked toward the door, his heartbeat sky rocketing when the door knob began to jiggle.

Isaac grabbed him and pushed him into his closet. "Stay quiet and don't come out no matter what."

The door was smashed open pieces of wood flying around the room. A tall dark skinned man with a shaved head and a short blonde haired women entered the room. The woman smiled evilly and approached Isaac she punched him straight in the stomach. Stiles bit his lip trying to keep himself from yelling out. The woman laughed at Isaac's moan of pain and kicked him in the leg sending him to the ground she pulled out a sword and raised it toward Isaac.

Stiles couldn't take it anymore and burst out of the closet running to Isaac's side. "Please don't hurt him, just take what you want and leave." Stiles pleaded cradling Isaac's head to his chest.

The woman smirked and grabbed Stiles face in her hands she tilted his head left and right examining him. "Hmm your cute. What do you think, Boyd? The Captain could use a plaything hes been moody lately."

Boyd smirked and nodded his head in agreement. "Yes, I think that he would appreciate it greatly but what about the other one."

"Hmm might as we'll take both we could use more people in the kitchen." She looked at Isaac with a tilted head. "Do you know how to cook?"

Isaac gripped Stiles arm tightly and nodded his head. "Yes." He voiced.

"Perfect." She stated clapping her hands and the grabbed her sword and hit then both in the head with the blunt end, knocking them unconscious.