He Whom is Known as Tim

Tim, fourth son of High King John, the elected leader of the Hundred Kingdoms of the East, Prince of the realm, and overall problem child found himself being confronted by three individuals. The one on the left seemed to be a guardsman, strong and well armored, his features largely hidden. On the right, a beautiful lady dressed in fine robes, her serious grey eyes regarding young Tim thoughtfully.

Then there was their putative leader, an elderly man holding a crystal ball. The boy himself wasn't home, dressed as a peasant and quite dirty at a glance. The leader stood there, looking from the ball to the boy.

"Be you the son of the High King, the Child of Prophesy, the one who will save us all, the great and powerful Tim?"

"Sorry," the boy denied with no hesitation, "He was here playing with me and the girls just a bit ago, but everyone ran off when you showed up." Then, pouting, "Why'd you have to show up now? Things were just starting to get interesting..."

"Interesting, you say..."

"I hate to interrupt you," the boy said, interrupting him with malice, "But mother warned me about talking to the church and strange women. Tim went that way." Tim pointed off to the left, then turned and immediately ran off.

"Hey, wait! Get back here!"

"HELP!" the boy shouted, "The dirty old man wants to make me his girlfriend! Anyone, save me!"

"Wh-what are you saying, you brat!"

"Please, mister man, I don't want to be your girlfriend! Get a girl! GET A GIRL!"

The villagers were starting to come out of their homes to stare at the trio chasing after some dirty looking street kid. The armored man was the first to fall behind, all that extra armor didn't help him keep up with an agile young boy.

The old man was the next to fall back, the boy keeping just ahead of the lot, but frankly speaking the didn't have the stamina for a stern chase. This left one of the three that stood a chance of catching him.

"Help, rape!" the boy screamed as though terrified. At last, the boy got a response he could use. The guard had finally put in an appearance. Seriously, what took them so long? Wait... why were they aiming at him and not the woman.

"OI! Save me!" he shouted excitedly, ducking into a familiar alley, then running up some boxes and leaping for the far roof. It took him a little time, which was a problem, but he was able to grab, then scamper up to stand on the roof before he was grabbed. A bonus!

"Neener, neener," he shouted, sticking his tongue out at the people below and pulling the skin just below his eye in a clear taunt, before he turned and began running along the roof, finding a chance to escape at last. Being the third son was such a pain, some days...

The boy took his time getting home. He was able to lose his followers easily enough, but they were able to track him, it seemed. Freaking kidnappers.

He chose to sneak into his home through a specific passage. All the nobles whom had lived there were aware of the secret passages in and out of the castle and most of the children played there regularly. Finding the escape tunnel wasn't something just any kid would be able to do, however.

In fairness, Tim was rather intelligent for his age group and rank, so it was an easy guess that the tunnel existed. That said, however, not many could be certain of the exactly entrance and exit. Every single person who was aware was either the monarch of the kingdom or the offspring of that monarch.

And so it was that he whom was known as Tim, the child of prophecy, snuck into his family's castle using a fairly unknown secret passageway. From there, it was a matter of taking little used passageways, and even some of the lesser known passages, to get to his room for a change of clothes and a bath.

Thankfully, his room was one of the few with a bath attached. Rank hath it's privileges and all. It was easy from there, take a bath, dress himself, get ready for dinner... nothing new here. Everything was going to plan. He'd even managed to forget all about the weirdos that seemed intent on him not an hour past.

And so it was with a measure of surprise that the guard sent to fetch him for dinner used a rather firm hand on his door, not even waiting for a response before barging in.

"I dunno what you think you're doing," the boy said coldly, "But know your place, commoner."

"Hah! You don't frighten me you spoiled little brat. Finally, at long last, you are about to be someone else's problem. At long last, the time has come to put you in your place."

"And you think you can?" the boy asked, tilting his head to the side. He didn't need to close his eyes to cast anymore, nor did he have to be calm for the spell he had in mind. "How exactly do you plan to do that."

"The direct approach is best. I'm going to beat you. Ah, don't worry though, I'll be careful not to mark you anywhere public. Wouldn't want to incur your father's wrath, after all. Oh wait... not a problem anymore!"

Angrily, the boy reacted. "Run. This is the only chance I'll give you to flee. You won't live to see sunrise unless you go and step right along."

"Do your best, little boy."

The guard charged into the room, drawing a small club. Tim had been expecting this, allowing the power to flow freely from his body. First the floor was covered in water that quickly froze. "Flash freeze," he began, dodging aside as the guard started to slide.

Then, with a single motion he drew metallic objects from around the room... Some were coins, bit of armor, a sword, and a nice collection of daggers, flinging them at the unsteady guardsman. The daggers were the most obvious threat, but they really weren't the most dangerous.

Tim used fire magic, seeming to panic as he tossed a flame at the guard... though that wasn't the target he had in mind. The several copper coins grew superheated, using a combination of the flame spell and kinetic energy, until they were molten... These, the boy flung at the guard, aiming for his eyes, nose, and even mouth.

Okay, so in fairness, the bully was technically alive. His life itself was ruined though. The number of people that could restore him were extremely limited in number. The words of the guardsman were troubling, however, so the boy collected some gear and a backpack before sneaking off for the treasury.

If his father was well, then there was no problem, however... If something had happened to his father, he'd see this world burn as he laughed, standing on however many corpses it took.