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Chapter 1-🖤

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"Eons ago, there once was born a Prince. The symbol of hope he was called, as he spread hope across the land.

Guarded by his most trusted warriors, the prince lived a happy life.

That was, until his 19th birthday.

"You two!" One of the guards asked the warriors. One responded. "What is the matter?"

"The Prince...is missing!" The guard shouted. Both of the warriors looked shocked as they ran around the palace, shouting for the Prince.

Throughout the night, they looked for the Prince. But he was never to be seen again.

Tears of agony and despair were shead, as the land's hope was destroyed. Memoirs were placed high up in respect for their Prince, as the warriors were shunned for losing their once beloved Prince.

Months passed When one of the warriors discovered a terrible secret.

The warrior, depressed from his failure sat by a river to drink and reflect.

Suddenly, the river turned a beautiful gold, as the body of the Prince, agape with a chest wound, was floating down the river with a box on his chest, and a dagger in his hand.

The Prince's expression was not one of despair, however. It was one of happiness. As if the prince was happy to move on to the celestial realm he once came from. As if he was yearning for it.

The warrior ran to collect his superiors to report the discovery of his prince. Tears of sadness were shead as the body of the prince was lowered to the ground.

Days after the funeral, one warrior spent his time, wandering the corridors of the castle. "How could I let my prince down?" He pondered as tears threatens to spill.

However, as he started to turn a corner, he noticed something unordinary. A scrap piece of wallpaper, nothing more.

Upon further instruction, the warrior realized that this wallpaper was a hidden doorway, hidden to all but the trained eye. The warrior hurriedly opened the door, as he saw a set of stairs leading down to an abyss.

He walked down the stairs, reaching the bottom corridor. Filled with traps, the warrior (with slight difficulty) passed through the traps to find another door.

He pushed the door to see what was behind it but was in shambles to see what lay behind the door.

A stone room, filled with a messy bed thrown horribly in the corner, a desk almost in pieces, and a side room which held a toilet and a sink.

What scared him the most was the smell. It smelled like his prince. His suspicion was only confirmed as he saw the splatter of gold blood on the ground.

He screamed with agony as he mourned over the suffering of his prince. Left to rot in such a cruel place, without the proper care and love he deserved.

Before the warrior was to leave and tell his superiors, he saw something in the darkness.

A tuff of fur.

But not the fur of his beloved, no.

It was the fur of a monkey who was not him. And only one sniff was all it took for him to identify who it was.

Rage took over the warrior as he ran to the other warrior. A bloody battle between the land's strongest, where only one would remain victorious.

The battle lasted days, but alas, the 4th day the warrior reigned supreme, as the other was handcuffed and placed on trial.

He was deemed guilty of treason against the country, and for that, he was given the ultimate punishment. Death.

The warrior was led out by his once brother, now turned bitter enemy, to his execution. But within a swift motion, he escaped his executioner and fled the land.

Warrants for his arrest were given across the world as a hefty bounty was the reward for his capture, but to no avail, he could not be caught.

The remaining warrior became the ruler of the land and was crowned the Monkey King, the great sage equal to Heaven. He ruled the land with a steady fist, protecting the land against demons such as lady bone demon, and Demon Bull King.

And so, the tale of the Monkey Prince was concluded."

"..."

"...what is it y/n?"

"Ok so if MP died how are we descendants of him?" The young child questioned thier mother.

"What wasn't known by anyone in the land, was that the prince was granted a blood child for his 16th birthday. He swore to the god who gifted him that he wouldn't tell a soul. The child was raised in the castle under suspicion of being the child of a maid.

But on the child's 19th birthday, the monkey prince, came down from the celestial realm to guide the child into their adulthood, and to spread a promise. Only you can decide to keep it. The child, respecting her father's wishes, ran away from the castle, to protect the legacy and the family of the monkey prince.

"..."

"What is it y/n?" The mother asked.

So when will I get to meet the Prince? The (h/c) monkey asked.

"The prince, on your 19th birthday will meet you in your sleep to give you your piece." The child gasped and went back to a look of confusion.

"Mama, what is the promise?" You asked your mother. She gave a deep inhale and a stern look.

"The promise, and this one is one you must swear to protect, is that you must never tell anyone you are a true descendent of the monkey prince. Do you understand?"

"I understand."

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A/n: hi! I am super excited for this story. Some stories will be in the past, while others will be in the present. I'll mark present with a (🤍) and black with a (🖤). Some stories will be told as memories, with the reader taking place as The Prince. When it is a Prince memory, the beginning of the piece will be marked with a (🌹) please mind slow updates, I got 3 other stories to work on. But I'm determined to finish two this summer.