He tried to open his eyes, but it was difficult. He tried to move, but his muscles hurt. "He seems to be awake, sire, but I don't think he understands our language. Here, I'll try."
Again, it was utter jiberish to him.
"Hello. Can you hear me?"
This, however, he could. He tried to speak his reply, and it worked.
"Yes."
"How are you feeling?"
"Tired."
"Then you should rest. We'll introduce you later."
At that, he let it fade again.
It had been a few months.
At first, he'd thought he'd died and gone to heaven; there was decent food, warm beds, a homely atmosphere... He thought it wasn't possible. Not after all he'd been through.
But it was.
Turns-out, a certain political figure had been mere yards away when the accident happened and had managed to bring him into the royal grounds' hospital at which they managed to prevent his otherwise inevitable death. That political figure was Bowser Koopa, the current leader of the Darklands; a country-gone-empire that was on the opposing side of the war against the Mushroom kingdom. The war at this point had been going-on for about 356 years at this point, and had crippled the Darklands the most, making them lose technology, vital facilities, important documents, and much, much more. The medical field had perhaps suffered the most, experiencing a regression of at least 3 billion years. Their planet was far older than Earth's, making the creatures on its surface much more developed and perfected. All diseases has been eradicated millennia ago due to the perfecting of immune systems on the planet, giving diseases no chance in hell to reproduce. They'd reached Earth's current level of social development around 4.6 billion years ago, so had become highly developed by the time the humans started arriving.
At the time when their planet was created in a pile of lava and hell fire, as all rocky ones are, a group of asteroids had collided with it. Said asteroids had some sort of quantum entangled material in each of them. The remaining asteroids continued on their journey, hitting many other planets in the process, one of which was Earth. The rocks eroded over time, revealing the material concealed. Said material then acted as a portal to the other rock it was intertwined with, which just so happened to be that of which his species lived on. This portal became known as the 'Bermuda Triangle', consisting of three shards in a somewhat triangular arrangement. And that, kids, is how spiders and strawberries come from space.
Anyway, he'd been learning the language of the Darklands since he'd recovered from an elderly man called Kamek who'd looked-after the prince since infantry due to his parent's death. They'd died away in a territory of theirs near the Mameria Kingdom in which they were fighting. The king and queen were captured and it is only rumored that they were executed via beheading. As a result, Kamek was forced to rather suddenly take the young orphaned prince into his care. Ever since, he'd been like a father, and mother, to the royal child.
Such had never been a hinderance. ...
"But-"
"I don't care if you're only 14 you useless fag, I saved my bitch from a gorilla, so you gotta save that blond princess bitch from those koopa scum. You're already a failure to me, so you might as well try to prove yourself to me rather than get yourself in more shit."
"... Yes, father."
"Now get me some more liquor, you fuckbag."
The young Italian boy limped out of his house and away from his alcohol-dependent and abusive father, leaving only to come back and fuel the fire.