Years passed. On the twins' fourteenth birthday, Kaleb was supposed to see Belak for the first time in four years. But Kaleb refused to come out. He didn't want to act out and show his powers to his brother, and potentially hurt him again. Belak was looking forward to seeing his brother, but when he didn't show, he asked his parents, the king and queen, what was wrong.

"You'll find out why someday, son. It's too complicated for you to understand now… But maybe in the future, we can show you," the queen told him. Belak couldn't stand it anymore. He ran up to his brother's room, and banged on the door.

"Kaleb, why don't you come out?" he yelled. His brother didn't respond. Belak looked at the doorknob, and saw ice covering it. He was shocked. "K-Kaleb? A-are you ok?" he asked through the door. "Please… Please come out…"

Kaleb finally said, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for keeping this a secret all these years… You must hate me now, don't you?" Belak smiled.

"I don't hate you… I just wish you would come out… I miss you, Kaleb," he whispered. He could hear Kaleb crying.

"You don't understand. I can't ever see you, just go away. Don't talk to me," he demanded. "Just go." Belak didn't understand. He just ran down the hall into his room, and slammed the door.

"I don't get why he has to shut me out! I don't understand! I don't get it!" Belak gritted his teeth, and closed his hands into fists. He then screamed the words, "What did I ever do to you?!"

"Belak! What's wrong? Oh no… He couldn't have found out…?" The king barged in, and saw his son, collapsed on the floor, unconscious. The king felt his forehead, and drew back quickly. "I-impossible! His temperature is through the roof!" the king exclaimed.

Belak woke up three hours later. The king was shocked.

"His eyes! They're bright red!" a servant said.

"They were a deep violet before!" another murmured.

"His skin is extremely pale! Unbelievable!" one more observed.

Liana was hidden behind a curtain, observing Belak from afar. She couldn't believe what happened to the prince.

"A-albino?" Liana said suddenly. The other servants gasped, as if she just insulted the prince. "What?" She wondered what she had said, then the king walked up to her.

"Young servant, do you know what you said?" he asked her.

"I said he was an albino," Liana replied. Belak stared at her and walked up to her.

"Who're you?" he inquired. Liana stood frozen in place.

"L-Liana, your h-highness…" she stuttered.

Belak smiled, and said, "Nice name. Father, it's perfectly fine. No need to worry." The king nodded. Liana took a sigh of relief.

"Yes, my son," he replied. "Servants, back to your duties, no need to be alarmed anymore." Just when he finished his sentence, all the servants except Liana went back to work.

"Y-your highness? If I may, can I speak with you?" Liana said, bowing her head. The king nodded, and signaled for Belak to stay. Belak waved to Liana, and she waved back.

When they got to somewhere they couldn't be heard, the king asked, "What is it you want?"

"I-I know what's wrong with your son, Belak," she said softly. The king looked stunned, and told her to continue. "I've heard of this in legends… When one's rage overcomes oneself, they will be able to control fire at their own will. Two of the signs this could be are red eyes and pale skin. If he doesn't control it, he could destroy everything… Including himself." The king was amazed.

Liana handed the king a small book of legends and myths, and he opened up to a small section that was marked, and it was labeled, "The Fire Prince". The king read it over, and tossed it to the ground. He ran out and back into the parlor room where Belak was.

"What's the rush?" Belak asked. His father could see the fire in his eyes. Liana was right. Belak didn't know it yet, though.

"Son, you're in great danger," the king explained. Belak was confused. "Were you angry when Kaleb told you to go away?" the king asked him. Belak nodded, and clenched his fists.

"Yes. But why are you bringing this up now?" Belak demanded to know. The king couldn't say.

"Someone told me you're in grave danger. We're all in grave danger."

"Why?" Belak asked.

"You will find out eventually…" the king said. Belak didn't know what he meant by this.

"What?" he asked again.

"Never mind," said the king. Belak, still furious with Kaleb for still shutting him out, went back to his brother's door. The king tried to stop him, but he couldn't.

"Kaleb, why? Why do you still shut me out?" he asked his brother. Kaleb didn't respond. "Is it because you're afraid of hurting me? Well I'm fine! I can take any blast of ice."

"No you can't. Now go away. Please." Kaleb's room door became enshrouded with ice. Belak couldn't touch it anymore without freezing his hands. Kaleb, through the door, heard Belak sobbing. He felt miserable. If only he didn't let that one day get out of hand. He finally said, "I'm sorry."

"For what? Being a total jerk and shutting me out for four years?" Belak cried.

"Yes… For that… I'm really sorry, but it's for the best," Kaleb replied. Tears formed in his violet eyes, and the door grew colder by the minute. "I did a terrible thing to you when we were ten. I hurt you with my ice magic… And I felt so terrible… It wasn't even my decision to shut you out. It was our parents' decision."

"So… You opposed it?" Belak asked. Kaleb cracked open the door.

"Yes…" Kaleb said, smiling. Belak smiled back, but when the king and queen were coming up the stairs, Kaleb quickly shut the door. "I'm sorry…"

The king and queen caught up to Belak, and scolded him. "Don't run away from your parents!" the queen exclaimed. Belak frowned and looked back at the door.

"My god… It's getting worse!" the king stated, looking at Kaleb's door. "Something must be done, and soon."