𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐁𝐀

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"You are incompetent"

"You are not fit to be a royal"

"You are weak,unfit to rule this kingdom"

"Your brother will always be better than
you Zithios"

"You are a curse!"

He couldn't take it anymore,he couldn't fight it,the words echoed in his mind as he fought for sanity. He ran to where he would find peace,he ran to his place of solace. He remembered the words of his own father and the look of contempt in the eyes of his brothers. He was a curse,an abomination.

A hybrid.

Everyday he is reminded of the darkness within him, ready to destroy,ready to turn everything to ashes. He never asked for the curse,he didn't do anything but yet he is treated like a plague. His parents didn't regard him,his siblings despised him,no one understood him.

Other sixteen year old children could talk to their parents,they could have fun and think about delusional paradise but he couldn't.

He only knew how to kill.

His father made sure of that. He couldn't live in the delusional of a better life,or seek comfort and joy from the people he calls family. He didn't have anyone to talk to,he didn't know what emotions are meant to be like.

The only emotion he knew was guilt anytime he watches his victims close their eyes, as they take their last breath. But the feeling slowly diminished as he got used to it.

His feet padded across the forest,his haven. He always came to the place to get lost in his fantasy for a while,to forget his traumatic life.

To forget the number of people he has killed.

To forget the fact that his own parents and siblings loathed him.

To forget the fact that he is a walking malediction,an obscenity.

He sat down on a large piece of rock situated near an oak tree. He listened to the singing of the birds which didn't last for long,for they felt the presence of an ominous predator.

They felt his presence.

He was used to it. He was lost in thought and decided to make the most of the little freedom he has. He brought out a feather pen laced in ink and an a paper which he hid inside his regal apparel. He had a fascination for writing ever since he was taught how to,it started off as scribbling words till it became his passion.

Zithios would write about anything. From the arresting aesthetic of the sun against the white clouds to the confounding anatomy of growth. He had an intellectual capability that could rival that of old philosophers.

He understood a lot,even at a really young age. He could understand every plan and strategy of his father's courtiers and its pros and cons.

Just as he was about to put his thoughts into writing,he heard a soft feminine voice which arrested his whole attention. He was stunned by its velvet allure.

His curiosity deepened as he tried to decipher where the magnificent voice was coming from,no one came to this forest because of the rumors of the beast that resides in it. He wanted to know the audacious person that dared defy the rules by stepping foot into the devil's den.

He slowly got up and took wary steps towards the voices direction. At first he saw the back of a little female who wore raggedy clothes with a mass of puffy curled hair.

"Turn around "he heard himself whisper,the curiosity eating him inside.

When she did,it seemed as though the world disappeared.