Hello fellow readers! I was reading some Karneval (Anime/Manga) and as I read "A voyage to Rimkkaha" I wanted to convert some of the writer's ideas into my own! I'm only using the one main idea, my story will go differently than "A voyage to Rimkkaha". By the way, if you like this, you should TOTALLY read "A voyage to Rimkkaha"! Anyway, I need to stop rambling, soo... On with the story!


A PIRATE PROMISE

CHAPTER 1: BACKSTORY

It was a sunny Tuesday, a normal day, but for Jace it was a day he would remember his whole life. Today, the Princess was visiting and he would have to make an appearance at the carneval because his foster parents would strike him if he was disrespectful. Idris was a beautiful place, the castle looked majestic and fairy-tale looking, all of the towns and villages weren't poor and grungy and every one loved the Royal Family.

Jace sprinted through the intersection in the middle of the capital town, Alicante, where people were hanging banners and preparing stalls. Jace grumbled, he hated carnevals because everything was glittery, shiny, beautiful and exciting. The exact opposite of Jace's life. His foster parents were involved in the mafia, drugs and other crimes. The most recent one was gambling. His foster father kept gambling money, where he got it from, Jace had no idea. Whenever he became angry, Jace would be his punch bag. His foster mother looked sweet and nice on the outside but on the inside, she was a witch (A.N:metaphorically! There's no supernatural stuff in this story!). She would make Jace do all the work in the house, and she hardly fed him. On days when she was happier, he could get a slice of bread or even some tinned soup. However, on her gloomy days, Jace wouldn't even want to go near the house he had to call home.

Evening came, and with it, it brang the Princess and her younger brother. Jace was making his way back to the intersection using the alleyways and the shadows. He was passing through the last alley that would take him straight to the intersection when his foster father and one of his bulky colleagues blocked him.

"Is this the boy?" Asked his father's colleague.

"Yes, he's the payment." His father nodded grimly. Jace was confused and was about to state it when the bulky man grabbed him and pinned him to the wall with power. Jace's breath was knocked out of him, he wanted to scream, to shout and to cry but his voice was gone and his eyes were dry. Jace managed to choke out three words only,

"What's... Going... On?" His father stepped forward to stroke his hair, but Jace flinched at the touch. His foster father always and only touched Jace with the intention of hurting, how can he be capable of such soothing gestures? His foster father had messy, natural brown hair, green, dull, lifeless eyes and stubble on his jaw and its sides. He wore a white, button-up shirt and suit pants with leather, polished brown shoes that matched his hair.

"Jonathon, I'm sorry. I lost the final game and because of it, I lost you." His father looked concerned however, it was all a charade. His father didn't give a shit about him. Jace was puzzled, "game? What game? He lost me? How?" Jace thought. Then the answers came like waves crashing into him. Today was the final gambling game between his dad and the bulky man... His dad gambled Jace... His dad lost... Jace will be a slave, a worker, a servant now... Jace's eyes felt watery, he was just 10, goddammit! While Jace pondered about his father's saying, the bulky man, Vladimir, smirked.

"You lie well, don't you?" Vladimir said to his father with a slight Russian/Romianian accent.

"I don't care about this orphan, you're doing me a favor." His father answered, straining his voice so it would snap Jace out of thoughts. Jace cringed, so it was a lie! Lying, cheating, dirty, rude, selfish, hating, money-loving, hurting, devilish, evil bastard. And that bitch that was supposed to be his mother-figure! Jace tried to shake himself out of Vladimir's grasp. Vladimir chuckled and squeezed Jace's arms to stop him from wriggling out of his hands. Jace cried out in pain.

"I'm leaving; you have your prize, I'm outta here." Jace's foster father stepped back, looking as pale as a vampire and he turned to leave. Vladimir whimpered suddenly and Jace's dad turned around in suprise by the sound. Jace had kicked Vladimir in the balls. Jace grinned like a cheshire cat and was about to run away when his father punched him in the stomach, Jace groaned and his dad used this moment of vulnerability to kick him in the stomach again, sending Jace to sink into the wall. Vladimir got up from his crouched position of pain and took a knife out. Vladimir was gonna teach Jace not to betray, fight and ignore his new master. In a swift motion, he dug the knife half-heartedly in Jace's stomach. Jace turned rigid, he glanced down and noticed that a knife was lightly sticking in. Not deep enough to hurt any of his organs or muscles but deep enough to leave a scar.

"STOP RIGHT THERE!" A girlish voice yelled, causing everyone in the intersection and in the alley to freeze.


"STOP RIGHT THERE!" The Princess yelled, causing everyone in the intersection and in the alley to freeze. The Princess had been walking around, looking at the stalls when she glanced in the alley and noticed a shiny blade sticking out in a boy's stomach. It was probably stupid to yell like that, she thought nobody would hear her but everyone did. Her guards, Luke and Raphael, dashed to her side like faithful dog companions, which they were in some way, she thought. Her smaller brother gasped and grabbed her hand. She inwardly smiled at her brother, Sebastian, he was a sweet 9-yr old. Very responsible, very smart and he was also very quiet. He kept to himself, unlike his older sister, the Princess. The Princess was fiesty, cute and she preffered anime, fantasy books and gaming than education, the King didn't mind. He wanted his kids to enjoy everything they have until they are swarmed with paperwork.

The Princess demanded for Vladimir and Jace's father to move away from the boy. They did what they were told and Luke and Raphael arrested them on the spot. The Princess hurried to the boy's side and pulled the knife out. She didn't care if her dress got covered in blood, she cared if this boy is okay. He was slumped against the wall, shaking uncontrollably. The Princess pulled him down to the concrete and he sat there, sobbing. She hugged him,

"What's your name?" She asked sweetly.

"Jace..." He answered, unsure of himself. Was this all a dream? It should be, the Princess of Idris wouldn't hug him in real life!

"What happened Jace?" She questioned, uneasy. "Whatever it is, it should be a crime! To hurt such a beautiful boy like this..." She thought.

"My foster dad lost a gambling game and he had betted me, so I was given to that guy, Vladimir." The boy, Jace, stated, pointing at the broad-shouldered man. The Princess gasped and held Jace's hand.

"These men should be arrested for gambling, hurting this boy and for giving a human being as a prize!" The Princess shouted at her guards and they nodded, pulling the men towards the police crowded around.

"Thank you, Princess." Jace mumbled, losing consiousness quickly.

"Jace, please call me Clary." Jace slipped out of consiousness, hearing her beautiful voice...

Clary...


AUTHOR'S NOTE: IMPORTANT, PLEASE READ

So... This was the backstory! I hoped you liked it! It was really hard for me to write it because I didn't know which angle to start it from, though, this seems great! Please Review this, and tell me whether you liked the backstory or not... It will affect how long the story will be! Also, is this chapter long enough? I want to make each chapter around this long. Each chapter takes me about a day to write because sometimes I get distracted, I will probably update during the weekends and during the week I will keep writing. I will tell you if there will be any delays in advance if possible.

QUESTION: What pairings should I have?

Please answer the questions and review and favourite if possible! Your comments/critisism help me become a better writer and improve this story!

Yours Bookishly,

SnowyCricket