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The Princes & Useless

A King gave birth to five sons and the least was regarded as being useless but then the gods of ice and snow gave him power that was unspeakable unknowing to him. Being immortal is a gift but yet a curse just like being a Prince and the last son, you don't have the hope of becoming king yet you have to live like you will be king one day. I don't have any choice of being born into a royal home or having a special gift from the Gods but not being able to know about my gift on time and learning how to control my powers is a bigger problem. Unlike magicians, they just coil their wand or cast a spell, mine works with the mind. I control water, ice, and snow from my mind. After the passing of my father the king, my eldest brother chooses to kill the rest of us Prince, making sure he has no threat coming to the throne, I decided to run away to save my life, I ran far to Northland and on my way, I discover a new path... Waging war against my drunk power brother is the considerable choice I must make in other to save the lives he has condemned. ************* I hope you enjoy the book, leave a review after reading it, and add it to your library also your voting will help me to do better. English isn't my native language, so there is some difficulty when my choice of words is not nice enough for what I'm trying to picture. I'm using a modern and medieval scene. My setting is presently not the best, but I hope it gets better over time as per your comment. Thanks for reading...

fidelis · Eastern
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Dream

I walked into my house and immediately noticed the mess that had accumulated during my absence. "Wow!" I exclaimed as I raised my arm to sniff the unpleasant smell coming from my armpit. "I stink, I need a good bath." But before I could indulge in a relaxing shower, I knew I had to clean up the place first.

I turned on my favorite song, 'Novercane' by Frank Ocean, on the speaker. The soothing melody filled the air as I began to clean the kitchen. With each chore, I couldn't help but hum along to the lyrics, my voice blending with Frank Ocean's in a makeshift duet. "I think I started something, I got what I wanted..." I sang, feeling the music wash over me, adding to the joy of the cleaning process.