A Different Fate

Chapter 1

Warning- OOC, will have grammatical errors as English is my 3rd language. (I love comments, so comment all you want!)

*Please note that Tcf does not belong to me*

(Note- Cale is 15, Basen is 12 and Lily is 4 here, if I'm not wrong about their age difference- lily was 7, basen was 15 and Cale was 18 at the beginning right? Correct me if I'm wrong)

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 A certain redhead drank wine sitting in his room, looking miserable. Anyone would pity him if they saw his face at the moment. 

Looking at his fam- his father's family playing in the garden, through the window, he sighed. Lily, his 4- year old sister played with Basen, his step- brother, while the countess and his father had tea. 'They look like the perfect family,' he thought to himself.

Finishing his wine, he got up  and looked at himself in the mirror. Red locks adorned his forehead and gleamed scarlet from the light coming through the window. He wore extravagant clothes with the most expensive accessories. He looked every bit of a proud and arrogant noble , if it weren't for his very un-noble like posture.

 Anyone could recognize him. Who wouldn't recognize the trashy young master of the Henituse family? The trash who swung bottles at others heads, the trash who had no proper etiquette, the rude and brash trash who cared about nothing. Yes, anyone would be able to identify Cale Henituse, the trash of Count Henituse's family. 

His deep red hair being his most recognizable feature. After all, not many had such red hair in the Roan Kingdom. Wherever he went, after noticing his red hair and recognizing him as the trash, many looked at him with contempt or annoyance. He was noticeably the only one with red hair in the Henituse family, which everyone assumed was from his grandparents, as every other Henituse had brown hair. Now, one would assume that he disliked his hair due to so many reasons. But that was completely false. 

Cale loved his red hair. He adored his red hair which he inherited from his mother. The reddish tint in his eyes, his pale skin and every other feature of his, Cale was proud of them all. This was because they were all from his mother. He looked quite alike his mother, Jour Thames, the late countess. Those who knew his mother, would say that he looked exactly like a male version of her!

Though it was devastating when she died. He remembered seeing his father drown in sorrows. He remembered his father suddenly becoming happy again. He also remembered being excited that his father was finally going to spend time with him, only to find out that he was remarrying, a week before the marriage. 

He was happy for his father, though there were times he wished that............. he didn't wish for anything anymore. Wishes created expectations, and life was much easier without any expectations. 

*clink!* 

A noise brought him out of his thoughts. Looking down, he saw the empty wine bottle he was drinking from, shattered on the floor. He sighed again, before ordering a servant to clean it up, which the servant did with a fearful expression. 

Cale didn't care for that however. His mind was running a hundred miles. He looked at the place where the bottle had fallen with a strange expression. Unusual things had been happening to him recently. 

Weird dreams, things falling on their own, things being out of place even when no one touched them, seeing things other's weren't able to, seeing  people  vanish in the shadows, he could name about fifty things more!