The Lost Prince of Lacroa!!
(I have no idea how many times I repeated and revised this story….but I say a thousand…)
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This story is about four young people who just lived an ordinary life not until they were chosen to face an adventure they will never forget…they were told and specially chosen to go to the future. But as they arrived to the wonderful world of sci-fi and robots of the future…they realize that not only time has changed the face of the earth but a evil clan namely called the Dark Lords have "almost" ruled the planet…so it's up to them to defeat what has changed the earth…and on how to get back to the year 2013…)
Prologue
Darkness fell in the wet, damp air in the rocky lair of Draco, the evil and dark lord of Cyron leader of the Dark Lords. Draco was a French forty year old man. He had a pale complexion and had short dark hair. He had a thin scar that ran through his right eye. He had green eyes which made an evil look at his throne room. He was located in his throne room, which looked like an old and filthy lair in a cave-like castle which was destroyed by cannonballs and the air was mixed with the bloodstain that filled the atmosphere…. He sat on his throne, waiting for his son to return…both of them. He made a smirk and said to himself… "I will finally destroy the missing prince of Lacroa, the son of my enemy…PRINCE LANCELOT WELLINGTON!!! Long live the Prince!!!!" He raised a silver cup filled with wine and took a sip from it. "He won't live long enough for him to reign. I will rule the New Earth before he does. Once he is killed, I will do what should be done…punish the land in which my enemy was born. It is his fault that I am here in this filthy place of mine. And now I am to take my revenge!" continued Draco. Thousands and thousands of miles and a few years away, a young boy named Lance awakens from his dream.
Chapter 1
Lancelot Wellington awoke in a fine September morning. Lance Wellington was a tall and handsome seventeen year old boy. He had blonde hair and had charming and kind gray eyes. He had thick hair which was fixed upwards using the all powerful hair gel. He looked athletic and looked like he's been doing some daily workouts. Yeah, sure he's hot. Girls can't help but stare. He would be chased by girls right now. It was lucky timing that the girls in the bus fell asleep. He woke up as he heard the humming of the bus he was in. "What the heck did I dream of?" he said to himself as he checked watch which wrapped his right wrist. "Seven in the morning, oh yeah…I remember now. We left the school nine o' clock in the evening; I slept as we left, but still we haven't arrived. And what is it with this dream? Me? A prince and I was never an enemy to anyone. Maybe I am just dreaming. No bother, right now I have to get ready for the trip of my life. I get to spend half of the school year in the forest! Cool, now that's something that I didn't experience in Paris." Lance said to himself. He turned to his back and saw all his schoolmates fast asleep except his friend Jake. "Morning Mr. Wellington, what just happened to you? You were saying things and you were sweating a lot while you were sleeping." said Jake. "Oh, I'll explain to you that some other time." said Lance in a French accent. Jake Johnson was a tall and handsome sixteen year old boy who was friends with Lance ever since Lance just moved in this school. He wore a red shirt which had two black stripes at his sleeve and he had jeans with black and red sneakers to go well with everything he wore. He turned back to the front and noticed that he woke up too soon. They were just half way 'til they arrive to their destination. "Oh well. Just hope that dream never pops out of my mind again." said Lance to himself as he leaned back to his seat and fell asleep again.
Chapter 2
Thousands and thousands of miles away (and years) from the bus, Draco waits for his son to report to him. "Soon Lancelot will come to me and I'll kill him; so that I may finally live and conquer the land I wished to conquer many years ago." said Draco. Then a dark cloud of smoke appeared and showed a young boy stepping forward and called him father. "Ah Thomas, so glad that you came at the right time." said Draco as he watched his son approach him slowly, coming out of the dark cloud and slowly disappears. Thomas was a dark haired boy of around seventeen, he wore a dark metallic suit of armor and he looked very pale. He had his green tired eyes looking at his father's own eyes. "Father, would you stop calling me by the name you gave me. You know that I am not a full-blood dark lord like you. I just hate it when you call me that." said Thomas. "Then how should I call you, my son?" asked Draco. "Well, call me by the name Tom." said Thomas as he loosened the lock of his armor and removed it. "So be it, Tom. I need you at the moment, my revenge cannot be fulfilled by one man alone." said Draco. "Very well, father. What do you wish from only son?" asked Tom. "Well I want you to go after an enemy of mine." said Draco. "Who is he?" asked Tom. "His name is Lancelot Wellington." replied Draco. "How should I help you take your revenge, father? Was he the son of the one who killed mother?" asked Tom. "Yes. He is the son of the one who killed who hold dear. I want you to take my enemy Lancelot Wellington to me in this room as soon as possible. My powers cannot live as long as you do. My life is shorter now than yesterday, Tom. That yesterday was many years ago." said Draco. "I understand father." said Tom as he left for his room to think of ways on who Lancelot Wellington is and how to bring him to his father. "I'll tell you what to do as soon as you awaken my son." said Draco as he fell back to his throne and closed his eyes to reflect on what happened years ago.