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Rated M

Chapter 1

Ginoza

Father told me time and time again that those with power should treat their people with outermost kindness and respect. In turn they would return their love and protection a thousand folds. I have yet to see this love; their protection that father spoke of, this isn't love. I'm not safe…

Ever since I could walk, I was trained in sword play, thought the courtesies in court and the world of politics. I was raised to be the perfect prince expected to take the throne once father passes away of old age one day but even after all those years of training in the arts of combat when the time came I was completely useless.

Everything happened so fast, there wasn't any time to think and the men who had joined me for a ride in the king's wood fell one by one. They fought bravely but in the end I was surrounded by enemies and I was forced to lay down my sword in defeat.

My men's sacrifice was all for nothing. They died in vain and I was captured anyway which only further adds insult to their valiant effort to keep me safe. They deserved more than what they got, they didn't deserve to be butchered in the middle of the woods like they did…

"He's worth a lot but to whom do we sell him to?" One asks. A rather large man with greasy thick black hair and dried up blood on his arms and tattered and filthy clothes.

"The king will pay up." Another responds but I can't tell which one from where I am but I don't like his tone, his voice. "He'll want his beloved son back." He adds and I'd want to protest on that but knowing my father he'd probably would pay a large amount of gold for my safe return much to my dismay…

I'm nothing but a burden-

"Fuck the king!" A loud voice booms cutting the others off, a voice that commands attention so I'll assume that he must be the leader of this little cult. "There are other buyers who would be interested in getting their hands on the king's only son." He adds and I wish he hadn't said that.

"This country has enemies, we can always sell the boy to the larger one and in turn that would be more beneficial on our ends." The greasy man states and I wish they would all just shut up and act a little like I'm in fact here and able to hear everything that they are planning.

That's what I feared would happen though. My country is wealthy and my father could certainly pay whatever ransom they would demand but that's not the only thing that it has. Our lands are vast and rich, the terrain a perfect defense and we hold a large infantry army including a strong cavalry unit and skilled archers and our navy fleet is just as grand.

Being surrounded by the sea and our cities and villages protected by the mountain sides you would need a very large army to bring my country to its knees. My people are strong, resilient and proud, they would not kneel in defeat and surrender their lands and my father's enemies know this. Knowing this fact has kept the enemy countries from ever attempting to invade our lands but if they were to have me as an hostage, the situation would surely change and my home would fall into chaos.

"An exchange for power and wealth. I'm fine with that."

An exchange for power and wealth…?

In the world of politics there are no exchange for power and wealth, the moment you turn your back on your liege lord and turn to another with a bargain, you are immediately branded as untrustworthy and a traitor. They will give you a false promise, they'll take your offer and then take you directly to the torture chamber to squeeze out any other information that you may held.

All of these men, careless and ignorant have no idea that they will be walking right into the slaughter house once they've handed me over to their new king. They will never see the profit of their betrayal, only death awaits them if they do this.

Their roaring drunken laughters are despicable, drinking and eating around their fire and I'm not even sure if they've forgotten about me in their drunken state or they simply do not care. They no longer look behind them to see if I'm still there as if they are completely certain that my binds will keep me here. Can't say that they're wrong; since earlier I've been trying to free myself but I haven't had much success and this gag is starting to make me nauseous.

As the night slowly passes, one by one my captors fall asleep from consuming too much alcohol. These men must be nothing more than sell swords and illegal traders. It wouldn't surprise me if some of them sold slaves.

I struggle against my bonds again, trying not to be too loud as not wanting to wake those filths and finally I'm starting to feel the grip around my wrist starting to loosen little by little until I was able to slip my hands free and the next thing I do is get that damn gag out of my mouth and lastly I turn my attention to the binds around my ankles.

I get up and start backing away when I hear a vicious growl and I fall on the ground in my slight panic and only inches away from my face is a snarling dog that would bite me if it could but the rope around his neck doesn't allow it to come any closer but his growls and bark alerted my captors that I had somehow freed myself but I don't wait for them to get up as I bolt into a run.

I was thought that a prince never runs away, that he should always stand his ground a fight and I get that I really do but how is that always a logic option? If I stand my ground and fight, I won't die because they need me alive but I won't win either so what would be the point to stand and fight. To me, sometimes you have to run in order to fight another day.

These woods, if I haven't been through them a hundred times before I haven't seen it once. Even as I run in the night, carefully navigating through the branches and fallen trees I know where I am, where I'm going and unfortunately it also means that I'm heading straight for a cliff with a long drop into the ocean. I could jump but I don't know if I would survive the fall or I stop and get myself captured again. And then get traded off to my father's enemy and my people will be butchered in their sleep, the women raped and the children sold off into slavery.

There really isn't much to think about. My life or thousands, the choice is logical.

It's my duty to protect my people.

The rocks coming into view as I exit the forest without stopping my pace, my heart beating fast from the adrenaline pumping through my veins, not thinking twice as I jump off the high rocks and I feel the wind cutting into me and the last thing I know before everything went dark is the sharp pain as my body entered the cold abyss of the ocean waves…

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Chapter 1.5

Kougami

Humans are such odd creatures.

They travel on wooden vessels and more than half of them sink like a rock at the bottom of the water and they can't seem to breathe unless they're on the surface and yet they continue to float on top of the waters knowing full well of the dangers that lurk underneath them and still they come in vast numbers. Claiming whatever they find as theirs and whatever they don't understand they either kill or destroy.

How many of these ignorant and clueless humans have we saved from death in these waters? Too many, by all means we should let them die after all they do not shy away from hunting us down and yet they call us monsters and foul creatures of the sea but we have never killed any of them.

Humans… They're such selfish and heartless creatures…

They destroy each other's wooden vessels with large metal balls; they burn each other's towns and sack their fishing villages. Humans constantly cause their own brethren, their own kind harm and pain. They thrive seeing others fall in order to climb up in their so called society even if it means killing each other they will do it.

It's foolish if you ask me but tonight the stars are in abundance and the moon is shining ever so brightly. The air is cool and the waves are calm, I can almost forget about the humans' ignorance for a moment and simply focus on those stars instead but of course like always there is never any tranquility when humans are near. They are so loud but they're more than usual at this period of the night which peaks my curiosity and way up on that land away from the sea, I see a figure running towards the end of the earth.

The figure must be able to see that the earth is about to end but it never stops and continues right over the edge and way down into the water.

I shouldn't concern myself with the things of humans; after all they've been killing my people for so long. I should be instead swimming away and back into the shallow waters, away from these beasts and yet instead I swim towards where the figure fell into the water.

It wasn't hard to find the figure that fell, more like jumped to its death would be more accurate. It surely knew what it was doing and yet I didn't see any hesitation in its movements when it made its leap of faith.

It's not too surprising that it's a male human but just like most humans he sank right at the bottom but it could also be caused by the impact of the fall. He's not conscious but he's still alive. A part of me is saying that I should abandon this human and swim away but another part of me doesn't want to leave him to die.

Distance disturbance catches my attention; something is getting closer to this location. Sounds like more humans, humans hunting another human it would seem. It would explain this one's actions to leap off the earth and into the jaws of the ocean. Maybe it could be why my instincts are telling me to flee with this human and that's exactly what I do. With the human under my arm, I swim away in all haste towards a tunnel and surface into a small cave.

I lift the human onto the damp rocks and then I lift myself up to inspect the human as he coughs up a bit of water from his mouth but he's breathing and doesn't seem to be injured.

I sweep away the wet strands of hair way from his face; his skin is so pale almost like porcelain or ivory. Although he's indeed male, his features are not like the human males that I have seen. The ones I've seen had large stomachs. They were filthy, disgusting and more hair in places that I can count.

But this one…

Dark hair, dark as coal, nothing uncommon; I've seen this color before on many and yet his feels like silk and they look like silk and nothing like that matted clumps that I've seen so many times on those human aboard those wooden vessels. His skin is soft, radiant and clean but something has caused damage to his wrists.

A restraint?

He's small and yet longer than most human males that I've seen but unlike the others he possesses delicate facial features and a delicate body structure. One could almost mistake this male for a female, he is fair.

He gently stirs and lets out a few sounds before opening his eyes. Bright green meeting mine, almost hypnotic and somehow his beauty has grown by hundreds in a matter of seconds. I've never laid eyes on such a beautiful human, he's beautiful.