Hello! This is my second story here, but my first for the Selection. I prefer submissions through PM, and sorry for any inconvenience, but I won't be accepting any girls through reviews. Now, let me introduce you to... Prince Adam!

Disclaimer: I don't own Disney nor the Selection series by Kiera Cass... :(

"Really, Adam?"

My sister rolls her sea green eyes at me while I just huff. "It's not my fault I'm bad at Monopoly!" I say.

Ariel giggles and flips her red hair back. "Actually, it is. Now pay up."

I scoff. "No fair! You chose this game because you know I suck at it! Next time, I'm picking Scrabble!"

"Ariel! Adam!" I hear my mother's sweet voice outside the door. We jump up from our seats and race to the door.

"Mom," I greet. "What do you want?"

"Well, dear, your father called and-"

Suddenly, we hear gunshots throughout the hall. My eyes widen in alarm and my sister clings to my arm. My mother shields us and rushes inside the room, locking the door.

"Mommy, what's happening?" my sister whispers. Ariel is only nine years old, and I, being two years older than her, am 11. My mother refuses to answer which scares me a lot.

"Mom? Is it..." I lower my voice so that Ariel won't be able to hear. "Rebels?"

My mother keeps calm and doesn't show any emotion, which means I'm right. I immediately become frightened. Gunshots are still sounding outside. Where is my father? How about my other sister, Aurora? And my brother, Aladdin? I pale. What if they were shot? No, I can't bear to think of such things.

The doorknob rattles and I cover Ariel's mouth to tell her to keep quiet. Her eyes are wide with fear and I want to tell her everything will be alright, but I have to stay silent. The doorknob keeps shaking and I can feel my mother's hand wrapping around mine, which calms me a bit. I hug my sister tightly and she hugs me back. I clutch her like my life depends on it, and it probably does.

The doorknob doesn't stop rattling and my mother pulls us to a closet in the room. The closet can only fit two people, and I volunteer to stay out. My mother, who is unbelievably calm, shakes her head and pushes me into the closet with my sister.

"Now stay here," my mother whispers. "I'll lock it so no one can reach you except the guards." She takes my hand in her right hand and Ariel's in her left. "I love you both. Always remember that." She hesitates. "Look, if I don't come out of here alive, tell your siblings and father that I love them." She locks her warm brown eyes with my blue ones. "Be a good king, okay? Take care of your siblings."

"Mommy. Don't leave me," my sister whispers to her. It's heartbreaking. Ariel has tears streaming down her face. My eyes start to blur.

My mother shakes her head. "I won't leave you, honey. I'll stay with you, alright? I love you so much." She kisses both of our foreheads and closes the closet door. I can peak through a crack in it and see my mother hide under a desk. My heart is pounding so fast. My sister is holding on to me so tightly. I don't want to look at her since I know that if I do, I might cry as well. I know I need to stay strong for her.

The door to the room opens and I see men with masks on. I look back at my mother, her brown hair covering most of her face. It was so silent you can hear a pin drop. The men quickly search the room with their guns pointing at wherever, and their footsteps echo loudly in the quiet room.

A rebel locks eyes with me and in that moment, chills go up my spine. He has piercing green eyes that look nothing like the gentle ones Ariel has. Judging by his eyes and his height, my guess is that he's a teenager, maybe fifteen. But that's not my worry. I know that we're discovered. I quickly look away, hoping that the rebel will forget about us. I'm wrong. I can hear his footsteps growing louder, which means that he's getting closer.

Guards, I think. Where are you?

I peer through another crack I found and see the rebel's gun pointed at us. I clutch my sister firmly and hug her close.

The man's finger is on the trigger. I watch it closely, defenseless. I have nowhere to go. I'm just waiting to be killed. As if the world slowed down, I watch as the man slowly pulled the trigger while a mass of brown hair jumps in front of it.

My heart stops. My head switches off. That's my mother. That's my mother. The woman laying on the ground right now is my mother. I want to scream, I want to yell at the rebels, I want to kill them right now, but I don't do it because of my sister. She doesn't know what happened.

Guards come running in, but it's too late. The guards shoot all of the rebels, except for the green eyed man who shot my mother. He runs away before the guards can catch him. I go out of the closet and see my mother, her eyes half closed. I let out a yell of despair as I see my mother in front of me, dying. The gunshots stop, but the only thing I care about right now is my mother.

Ariel rushes to me, takes one look at mother and faints. Medics, guards and maids scramble around. Some take Ariel away to the infirmary, and some rush to my mother's side.

"Your highness, Queen Aurelia, can you hear me?" asks a doctor.

My mother nods a little but her eyes are focused on me. I can't help the tears pouring down my face. What can an eleven year old do when his mother is dying?

"Adam," she says quietly. I hold her hand. "Yes mother, I'm here."

A doctor taps me on the shoulder. I turn to look at her and scowl. "Your highness, we need to get the Queen to the infirmary. Please step back," she says. I don't want to leave my mother's side, but the doctor is right.

They carry my mother to the infirmary and I'm right beside her. My father appears, along with Aurora and Aladdin. "Adam!" they call. I want to go to them, but I don't dare leave my mother's side. My father pushes his way through the scrambling people and hugs me tight. "D-dad," I choke out.

Once we reach the infirmary, I am told to wait outside with my siblings. I pace the floor while Aladdin comforts Aurora, who is sobbing. A doctor finally comes to us and tells us we're allowed to see my mother. I run to the room and look at my mother.

Her beautiful face is deathly pale and her usually bright brown eyes look dull. When she looks at us, her face brightens a little. We crowd around her and she smiles ever so slightly.

"Do you want to know where your names come from?" my mother asks us. I nod and motion for her to say.

"Well, when I was cleaning the castle with the maids, I found some old DVDs stored away. They were titled Disney and were made way before, when this place was still called America. I watched some of them and fell in love with the movies. I made Adrian watch them and he also fell in love." My mother and father exchange smiles.

"They were based on fairy tales, stories that contained magic, love and happily ever after. My favorites were Beauty and the Beast, Aladdin, The Little Mermaid and Sleeping Beauty. You should watch them, they're wonderful. Your names are the names of my favorite protagonists there, because I believe you will find your happily ever after."

Ten year old Aurora cries harder. Her twin brother Aladdin embraces her tighter. I hug them both.

My mother takes our hands. "Promise me you'll try hard to find your happily ever after. Don't let anything get in the way of your happy ending. Live your fairy tale, okay?"

Aurora nods and says, "I promise, mom. Please... Please don't go."

My mother bites her lip. "I won't go away, Aurora. I'll be there in your heart forever. I won't go away," she promises.

My mom kisses Aurora's forehead. "Tell your sister everything I said, alright?" My sister nods as tears slide down her cheeks.

"Aladdin..." She chuckles weakly. "Keep playing. Stay happy."

My brother smiles at her, and he also has tears in his eyes. "Yes mom. I will."

Finally, she turns to me. "Adam. You have a lot in your future since you're the heir to the throne, but always remember: Don't. Let. Go. Keep holding on. Find your true love. Find your happily ever after."

My mother looks at us for what I can feel is the last time. "I love all of you. Please don't ever forget that." At that, she breathes her final breath and her eyes flutter close.

I look away from my mother. I want her back. I want her to hold me, say everything will be alright. I want her to smile at me again, and brighten up the room. Her words echo in my head. Don't let go. Keep holding on. What does that mean? Why will I ever want to let go? Does she mean don't let go of her hand?

I stay beside her bed for the rest of the day, as well as my siblings and my father. She was the perfect mother. She was nice and sweet, but she was also stern and firm. She knew what was best for us.

Something bothers me. Her last words to me. What did she mean by that? I fall asleep next to her, her smile in my mind and words ringing in my ears.

Don't let go.

Sooo... That was really sad. This was sort of the prologue, next chapters will be longer. Remember to submit your OC through PM! Here are the guidelines:

1. I know everyone says this, but I also have to say it. No mary-sues or Americas! Please, putting in a picture perfect girl is just boring and useless. I won't accept them anyway.

2. I think I'm only accepting 25 girls. The ten others will be throw away characters. This way, everyone has a chance and it will be easier for me.

3. Be diverse! The more diverse, the better! After all, there isn't only one race in the world...

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5. When you PM me, make sure to title the subject, SYOC-*Your girl's name*

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