"Insanity: the state of being seriously mentally ill; madness."
They took me on a sunny day when I was in my garden. I was alone. Or, at least, they thought I was alone. I was not alone.
It's amazing how quick assumptions can lead to the greatest of tragedies and misunderstandings. One person says one thing, a few other people believe it, they tell the people they know, and the next thing you know, there's a whole uprising over one petty little thing that isn't true. In my case, nobody in my town wanted a young boy with so much power. So they called me insane and wished for me to be taken away.
The men with the white armor broke into my house as I sat outside in the garden. My butler, Sebastian, was out getting groceries, and all I had to do was call him to get him back home. I didn't think that I would need him before it was too late. My pride and own ignorance was how I fell. They almost came out of nowhere; they stormed through my manor, raiding all of the rooms for me. I wasn't aware. They screamed at eachother to search for me in different places. I wasn't aware. However, they spotted me in the garden soon enough. I wasn't aware until I saw them charging at me.
"SEBAS-" I tried to scream, but one of the men in white clamped their hand over my mouth. I struggled hard, screaming through muffled blockage.
"Brat, stop squirming!" The gruff voice behind me barked. I immediately did the childish thing and bit his thumb, causing him to screech in pain and let me go. I tried to run and hide. I ran into the garden, hoping they wouldn't find me throughout the bushes. But I heard them coming. I dove into a lake, holding my breath underwater. They found me. I was crying and sobbing and begging Sebastian to come and aid me. "SEBASTIAN!" They finally let me scream his name. "SEBASTIAN!" Another man tried to grab me, but then I ended up taking a broken piece of glass behind me. I stabbed him in the stomach before pushing him into the lake. I thought I could escape.
But then I was hit on the head. I was hit on the head with a bludgeon of sorts, and in a moment of paralysis I fell to the floor.
"Crazy kid..." One of the guards said, kicking me in the back. "He doesn't know that he's really alone..."
"Doesn't he have a butler or something?"
"Nah, it's a delusion. If nobody's seen the guy, how can he be real? The kid's seen too much, it makes sense for him to think up someone out of his own head."
"Huh... I guess that's why he's going to Geroka."
The last thing I remember before everything going dark was being stuffed into the back of a white van. And Geroka.
Geroka.