All throughout the ages, there have been people who are special, people who are not like the others. I'm not talking about those who act different, I'm talking about people who are different. The freaks.
At least, that's what they call them here, in my kingdom. Freaks aren't welcome here, that Law was set down by my Grandfather's father and so, if anyone is found to be a 'freak' there executed regardless of age, position or gender. Because all freaks are evil.
What is a freak exactly? Well I'm not too sure, but they look like any ordinary person but they can do things that no ordinary person could.. Magic.
My father hates freaks the most, he's the King, King Samuel the second. I'm Prince Alfred, and I'll be king one day, when I'm bigger! when I am, the freaks better watch out, because I'll protect the people of my Kingdom no matter!
" Who's that?" A small boy with spiky blonde hair, thick eyebrows and acid green eyes asked.
" Goddammit Arthur, you gonna ask who every geezer at this royal procession is?" Gilbert, His white haired companion replied, he spoke with a distinct accent, as the red-eyed boy had still not completely mastered the language of this area. Arthur and Gilbert, along with Elizaveta, were stood at the top of the kingdom's large clock-tower watching another one of the royal parades. The three were all classed at 'freaks' and so, if their powers were revealed, they'd surly be killed. There were many children like this throughout the kingdom- their parents had usually been executed Since the town was surrounded only by a wild, dangerous forest, too deadly to live in, the children were forced to live on the streets of the city, hiding their true nature (which isn't exactly easy). Gilbert was the leader of a gang of such children- the freaks. They hid in the shadows, and stole food to eat, protected one another. It was a tough life, but at least they all had each other, the band of street urchins.
" keep down you two idiots! If they catch us we're dead!" Elizaveta hissed, " you know what they'll do to us if they find us?"
" I'd like to see them try take me down," Gilbert smirked, taking of his worn out hat to reveal a pair of horns, as red as his eyes.
" Put them away!" Eliza scolded, flicking one of them, resulting in the two getting into a scuffle- Gilbert and Elizaveta fought at the drop of a hat- literally. Arthur, the smallest of the trio rested his head on his hand, they had to hide in this dam clock tower, because any royal event meant there'd be guards everywhere.. He just hoped the rest of his gang had gotten away in time, especially Peter..
" What's this stupid damn event for anyway?" Arthur asked, glancing over at the other two, he couldn't help the amused grin that crept onto his face at the sight of the other two rolling around on the floor.
" Prince Alfred's tenth birthday." Eliza replied, while holding the struggling to keep Gilbert in a head-lock. The brunette's own hat had come askew, revealing Eliza's own abnormality- pointy elf ears. " Seem's like they're throwing a massive party for the little brat. "
Alfred sat on one of the carriages, in between the King and Queen- his parents. The boy was grinning happily, waving to the crowd even as the crown kept slipping over his sky blue eyes. The prince was wearing a deep red cloak, adorned with Royal blue gem-stones. Overall the outfit looked far to grand and a little uncomfortable for a young boy.
" I've never had a Birthday party." Arthur said nonchalantly, so used to the other's fighting he barley spared them a glance.
" Do you even know how old you are?"
Gilbert said, finally breaking free from Eliza's grip, a scowl on his face. Arthur shrugged.
" I think I'm about.. 10.. 11..12 Maybe." He replied. Even before he ended up a street rat, Arthur's birthdays where still never celebrated- it just wasn't something his family did, but they still counted them, however he'd lost track over the last few years exactly how old he was.
" When I take over this place! I'll throw. You all an awesome birthday party!" Gilbert yelled, the boy was convinced, once his powers as a half-demon grew he'd finally be able to kill the king and take over the land.
" Thanks Gil!" Arthur said with a grin, as the older boy ruffled his hair. Eliza just rolled eyes, but smiled fondly.
Suddenly, footsteps where heard, storming up the winding staircase of the tower. The trio exchanged brief alarmed glances with one another before each taking their own separate hiding places, just as the guards burst in.
" Search this place well- it seems an excellent place for one of those freaks to hide." The commander said, his voice was gruff, and from where he was hiding, Arthur could just about make out his long blonde hair- so this was chief Germania, head of the royal guard. He's said to have sent more 'freaks' to their death than even the king himself. Gilbert squeezed his eyes shut in a rare display of fear- Chief Germania was the only on of the guards that seemed to frightened him.. The Albino refused to even walk across a street when the chief was near, even when he was disguised.
The Guards searched the room to no avail, the trio hid well- they had been hiding most of their life after all. It seemed as though they were safe, until another set of footsteps where heard, accompanied by the sound of rattling chains, and a child crying.
" We found this Brat hiding in one of the cellars " The newcomer- another guard said, laughing " I thought he looked suspicious cause of these damn markings on his arms ! And he started doing some freaky magic stuff! Ha! I soon got him"
Arthur's heart skipped a beat, he looked at his own markings tattooed across his arm that marked him as a sorcerer. He knew that the younger warlocks couldn't control their powers, especially if they were scared, that's why, even if their powers weren't physically obvious like a demon or an elf, they were easy enough to catch. It couldn't be.. They couldn't of caught him
The young sorcerer chanced a glance down, and his worst suspicions were confirmed. They had Peter.
The blonde looked over at Gilbert and at Elizaveta. Both of them gave him looks of pity. These weren't just any guards they were elite ones, and a trio of rag-tag children, with hardly any control over their powers would do little against them. Arthur knew this.. But still..
The last thing Arthur saw before jumping down from his hiding place, and attacking the guards, was Eliza mouthing the word 'no'.
Arthur had the element of surprise on his side, when he came crashing down on the guards, while casting a fire spell. " Incendio!" He roared, causing flames to shoot up from the floor, setting fire to one of the red white and blue Clad knights.
Chief Germania however seemed un fazed, the same slightly irritated expression plastered onto his stoic face.
" B-Big brother?" Peter gasped, tears still dripping down his face. The boy was about six, and greatly resembled Arthur, except his hair was darker, and his eyes where ocean blue, rather than sea green.
The blonde haired wizard took advantage of the confusion, and ran across the room towards his little brother, who's guard had ran towards the water barrel.
Almost there.. I can Make it..
Arthur suddenly felt something slash across his back. He cried and in pain, ans whipped round, only to come face to face with Chief Germania.
Arthur fell to the floor, the wound from the Chief's sword searing his back, it didn't seem to be bleeding a lot- Germania had made a very clean cut. The young Warlock pulled himself up again, only to be slammed to the floor again by the head knight's powerful punch.
Gilbert and Elizveta watched in horror. They both wanted to help, but knew they couldn't. Gilbert might of tried, but the thought of the other kids in the gang, the ones who depended on him for food, the ones who without him would starve. Besides.. He knew he couldn't face chief Germania, not now.
Arthur struggled to pull himself up a second time, Peter was shuffling towards him, the chains weighing him down they were iron, a material that was affectivly magic proof, and blocked any sort of power . The older Wizard was about to cast another spell, when the youngest of the guards- one who was now sporting an array of painful-looking burns, struck Arthur across the face with his mallet.
The blonde smacked the floor with such force, one of the planks of wood cracked. Arthur felt a severe, dull pain, then numbness, he could feel his conscience fading, he struggled to fight it, but his vision was fading. The boy was vaguely aware that he was being handcuffed, just before he slipped out of conscience.
(a/N: I was a little Lazy with proof reading, but I hope this is okay! I'm already half-way through the second chapter :D I hope you liked the story PLEASE COMMENT! 3 They makke my day! and help me improve, :D