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A Royal tragedy

In the cold and frigid lands of the north there was a kingdom, a very big, prosperous and rich kingdom, it is called the 'Antarctic Kingdom'.

Now this kingdom wasn't normal or like the other kingdoms, because the kingdoms royal family had a special trait; they all had wings, not just wings of any king big majestic wings.

Let's talk about the royal family, the king was kind yet ruthless and he had humongous azure wings.

The Twin princes were very charming, the first twin liked music and arts, and whenever the king was unavailable or could not attend a meeting he would be the one present in stand for the absent, this twin had long majestic black wings.

The second twin was more cold; alas they were both cold, the first twin was just better at hiding it; the second twin liked the blade more, so he would usually be the one to a company his father the king to wars and expeditions; he had swift and fast blood red wings.

Lastly the third prince, he was quite outgoing he liked the mix of the twin prince's hobbies, he was very kind, although he had his way with words, he would help anyone in need, some would go as far to say he was the light to their cold kingdom, for he was the only one who could melt the Icy exterior of the king and the twin princes; he had long gracious wings, his wings were as golden as the sun.

The third prince was friends with the first born son of the duke, the dukes first born was a very kind and gentle boy, and was very fond of bees.

The prince was very kind, he helped the people in need, treated people in the slums and did more, he also fought along side his brother the second twin in a war, and he also fought with his brother the first twin in a political war.

He was what you would call a hero.

But alas there was a saying, "good things don't happen to heroes," and that was true.

Because on December 3, XXXX the third prince was found in his bedroom dead, a slit to his throat, as well as his beautiful golden wings torn out his back, even Apollo would weep at such a scene.

When the king and the twin princes found out they wailed and wailed, they wailed so loud that other kingdoms could hear them; or so the locals say.

After his death the kingdom seemed colder than it already was, the king would shut himself in his room and bury himself in work, the first twin slowly descended into insanity, becoming seemingly more twisted, the second twin turned colder, if gave mercy on the battlefield before, now he would just take your life silently and swiftly without batting an eye, like a grim reaper; slowly he turned into a cold blooded killer.

'Surely this is not what the third prince wanted,' a voice in his head said; the second twin ignored it.

Lastly the dukes first born son, best friend of the third prince, although he is not part of the royal family he was always seen with the young prince; two peas in a pod they say.

When he found out his friend-- no, his best friend had been killed he wailed, albeit silently; 'who would dare kill you', he thought.

The dukes son refused to come out of his room, the only time he came out of his room and left his manor was for his best friends funeral, and even then he refused to talk, only staring at his best friends corpse silently, sadness evident in his facial feature.

A figure watched this all above silently shaking his head, sad at what they had all become.