1 Sad tears and worshipping fears
"Blood of Yours and Blood of Fire. Mark of the sun to which where your son will die. Find a child who bears this mark and search for his dreadful eyes." The priestess said giving Ulfar—The king's first child his prophecy and his favorite out of all his children,
and the moment that it hit the king, "The death of my son..." he panicked, the king Declared the whole kingdom to look for a child who bears the mark of the sun a child with golden eyes
in a few months time the whole land of Nott-heldir and its six domain followed the mad king's orders to search for this child, in the next year still no child bearing the mark found, King Selfik gave another order and that is to forcefully abort all the pregnant womens babies and those who refuse to will be burned at the stake like a witch.
another year passed a 4 year old boy was found with golden eyes living in the border of Efriheimr, and when they finally found him the king was ecstatic, he wanted to see the child for himself before doing anything of malice to him.
"Your Majesty! King Selfik!" The kingdoms nobles blasted through the great hall doors,
The king. Selfik of Nott-heldir smilling like a maniac, anxious and afraid kept walking back and forth, "Where is that damned child?!" the king exclaimed, Athros a high priestess from the Moirai coven came and there he was a ragged child. and the so called mark in his eyes, Golden and blinding as the sun. The child in the prophecy. the king was mesmerized, he thought 'Dreadful' "his face is not so bad" Selfik smiled, the words in his head and the words that are coming out of his mouth not matching, but selfik didnt want the child dead he needed to find another way.
"we took him as soon as possible your majesty, the mother of the child however is dead." one of the priestess said, the high priestess Athros on the other hand was furious and knows that this boy was sent to destroy the order.
"y-your majesty! s-should we?" one lord-- Acacius Of Albermont, wondered. he knew of the high priestess's plans to kill the child and the apocalypse that follows,
"come here boy." the king sternly called him, the child startled walked to him while looking down on the floor. "whats his name?" Selfik asked one of the nobles, the Marquis of Efriheimr stood up "They called IT Rai your majesty".
Selfik looked at the child call Rai and grinned, "Athros call the mages tower and tell them to take care of him" Rai confused and not understanding only glancing left and right stood still scared of what they might do to him.
two knights started marching up to Rai which startled him even more and held him like he was some prisoner, "Wait!" Selfik exclaimed.
"this child..." He sighed and still mesmerized by the child glowing eyes "if.. he is to kill my son then i will make him something he isn't. i will make him my child and he is to be declared a prince" the nobles present confused with the kings logic are now in chaos, demanding the child to be desposed but some agreed to make him a prince,
"B-but my king! you can't this boy is sent to kill your so—" The priestesd said shaking madly...trembling, wanting to KILL. KILL. KILL. she thought or else she would be.
the King looked at the priestess "Enough! i have made my decision. Take the priestess' away" The King ordered, the knights escorted the moirai coven out the palace,
his eyes were angry but something else hidden in his eyes. Selfik ordered for his advisors and nobles present to give the boy a proper life fit for a royal.
'though i dont think they will do it' Selfik thought as he smiled and laughed.
11 years later -
"Oh my! prince Rai! please get down from that tree or you'll gravely hurt yourself" a maid shouted in panic, "Oh c'mon ces! you're exaggerating! Rai jumped playfully on the branch.
"Oh my! o-oh! dear!" The maid panicked once again
"What is all this commotion so early in the morning?" A beloved voice heard from the archways making Rai jump down another branch.
"Brother!" the boy ran and hugged him, "Ulfar did you bring me anything from the middle west? i read that elven chocolate is the best!"
Ulfar looked at his younger brother and smiled, "How could i ever forget? here—", Amon stared at his brother and saw that Rai is hesitating to say something "Is there something wrong?"
"No—i mean yes!, it's just i missed playing with you" The younger prince pouted, Ulfar crouched to face his brother, "What would his highness like to do?"
"i wanna spar with you like last time!" Ulfar smiled and patted his head, "How about we spar with words" Ulfar teased "i heard you have been neglecting your studies?"
Rai looked right to avoid his brother's gaze "well.. all i do in the mages tower is study so i sneak out to practice my swordsmanship!"
Ulfar chuckled like the proud brother he is,
A knight came up to the brothers, "your highness, your father wishes to see you" Ulfar nodded, "Well then baby brother i must go,"
Ulfar slipped a paper secretly to Rai and winked before he left, it was his surprise gift, a binding spell for a familiar, Rai hurried to his room
"Ces! don't knock in my room!" he smiled and shut his doors, Ces sighed and had no choice but to go back to kitchens and prepare snacks as usual.
In Rai's room, dark and quiet he lit lavender scented candles, and lifted his carpet that reveals a marble floor then started scribbling a summoning circle as instructed in the paper, he took a deep breathe and started chanting but the wrong words came out of his mouth, words that sounded like a different language and uncomprehendable, Rai himself was confused as to what were those words and why he did it unconsciously, his eyes turned dark and fell in the circle, he screamed the fire from the lit candles slithering on his skin,
with the burning of his skin followed black marks like ink all over his body he kept screaming but no one in the sixth prince' palace heard the scream of a boy in excrutiating pain.
