Let's say you live in a world where everyone, or at least everyone can use a little magic. You're from the royal family, born to have a giant surplus or magic but you don't have any. You're hidden from the world while a skilled child takes your place in pretending to be you and you feel extremely shamed, what are you to do?
Alfred's lone footsteps, the crunch of wet grass under his heel, was the only noise he could hear in the overgrown, lush, green forest. He came there purposefully, at a time when no creature could sense his presence, especially not the French. Slowly, he approached the shimmering lake, his hair and his clothes illuminated by the moonlight overhead, making him look like a spirit, already dead.
"This will be over quickly." He thought to himself as he trod closer and closer to the brim of the lake, the ends of his pants slowly darkening while they absorbed the water. He walked purposefully deeper and deeper into the lake, his azure eyes brimming with tears. Soon enough the water was at his neck and his muscles felt overworked for all the strain his royal, wet clothes put on his body.
He took one more breath and then jumped into the middle of the lake, the freezing water seeping into his skin and slowly, slowly, he succumbed to the blackness.
Alfred awoke to a calm soothing voice orally prodding him and trying to get him to wake up. He aroused and shook his head, sad to have woken up because it meant that someone found him and that he would soon be shipped back to be hidden at the palace.
His eyes widened when he looked at his surroundings, he had never been in a place of such beauty and elegance, the creamy and pastel shades of the room practically glowing. At the base of the walls the floor became a dirt floor and the flowers bloomed in ethereal shades.
"Who are you? What royal family are you from?" He asked, curious.
"I am Terra and I do not come from any royal family or kingdom." She replied, her voice calming and soothing.
"How is that possible? Y'all have this! and you say thatcha not from any kingdom?"
"Aw. . . That's the Alfie I knew. . ."
"You know me? How?"
"I know everyone, especially the person who has command over my powers!" Terra looked genuinely pleased and actually laughed.
"I'm your. . . keeper?"
"Yes, Alfie!"
"So, what can I do?"
"You'll find out!"
And, for the second time that day, Alfred blacked out.