Hi guys, sorry I haven't updated anything in a while, I've been so focused on completing coursework since my teacher decided to leave without saying anything 3 months ago. Yeah, thanks for that. So how is everyone?
I've come up with a new story after listening to a few songs that inspired this. It will be a long story which I've planned out nicely. Hopefully you'll like it because there will be many more twist and turns than my last story Two Faces of a Star, and will be much longer. Well, that's what I'm planning. Expect a chapter a week, if I'm really efficient 2 chapters.

Anyways, this is the prologue to get the story going.

Happy Reading xxx

Prologue

"The love that lasts the longest is the love that can never be." S. Maugh.

In the land of kingdoms and ownership, there is only the one main segregation, the palace and its commoners. This is the story of when the segregated line finally breaks, just once though. But it is the story to show that we are all human, no matter what our class is, what we are. It is about who we are, what we can achieve when only one emotion runs high. Love. Yes it may be cheesy but this story is far from your typical love story. It's about the dark side of love and how love can create war. It was a war which could have potentially torn a perfectly happy family into pieces, all because of pride and purity. Love is not an emotion to be toyed around with; sometimes its consequences can outweigh the benefits.
I'm a small time farmer. I sat in the shadows for so many years so how exactly did I create such havoc. This is my story.

-/-

"We're going up in the world, Jack!" A young brunette exclaimed, holding a letter from the royal palace. She turned to an ill man lying on a hay stack. Sweat trickled down his pasty face as he attempted to smile.
They lived in an old run down hut in one of the poorest villages amongst the realms of the kingdom. There were no luxuries and the only food was sourced from their small farm, lucky enough to have a cabbage soup of an evening. They both miraculously kept themselves immaculately clean, it was a wonder how they fitted in with the rest of the village. It was only because they found a small waterfall just outside of the kingdom. A two mile walk was worth it.
"They're employing us to care for the palace's livestock. Us!" She sat down by the man and stroked his brown shaggy hair and he shakily took hold to the letter.

"Well done, sis. I knew you'd do it." He gave the letter back to her and started coughing.

"Not me. We did it." The girl said as she gently poured water into his mouth. She kissed him on his forehead. Jack had been ill for a few months now, he had no signs of becoming better but he would always put on a strong front. Not that Chelsea believed it.

"Thank you." His raspy voice rattled. "But Chelsea, it was all you. No arguments. You go tomorrow and-" Jack started to cough again, Chelsea gave him more water as he calmed down. He was becoming weaker as each sun rose.

"I suppose we must thank our horses, they're the ones that got you the job. It's just a shame we have to give them up since they belonged to mum and dad. They're the only things we have from them." She looked through the glassless window out at the stables. "I can't believe it was seven years since they died."

"Then take great care of them at the palace. I'll come when I get better." Chelsea sat back down next to Jack and felt his temperature.

"First thing I'm doing when I get the first payment is to buy you medicine. I don't want you to…" Chelsea trailed off as she felt her eyes well up.

"Don't think like that, Chels. You won't get rid of me that easy. You're my little sister, I look after you and nothing will change that." Chelsea nodded and wiped away the forming tears.

"Still. I wonder what the royal family is like." Chelsea said, changing the subject.

"Blind." Jack simply said. Chelsea gave him a screwy look. "As in, they chose not to see the poverty at their doorstep. It's sickening…no pun intended." Chelsea giggled at his joke. He always made her laugh in any sort of situation. Sure, he could be harsh about it. Like the time she first witnessed a lamb taken for slaughter. He told her that the lamb was in a happy place since it would never have to see her face again. He was a typical older brother.

"No really. I hear so much about them but I have no idea what they look like."

"Does anyone? They hide away from problems."

"I reckon they all have dark hair and bright blue eyes." Chelsea said, ignoring Jack's snide comment, "Not forgetting flawless skin."

"You're just describing yourself." Jack smirked as Chelsea lightly punched him on the arm.

"Flattery won't get you anywhere. Speaking of which, you and Julia eh? How's that going?" The tiniest amount of colour filled Jack's cheeks.

"Fine!" He said. He hated talking about relationships. "I feel tired so shh." He rolled over and faced the wall.

"Night, Jack."

"Night."

Like all prologues, it's short, hopefully completing 3000 words for the first chapter :D

Until next time xxx