The Hidden World book 1

Prologue

There was a war outside of the castle walls. You could hear the clanging of swords hitting each other through the dark windows in the castle. In the throne room, there were hundreds of knights standing guard waiting for the enemy to break through the castle doors.
Meanwhile, the King paced outside of a door higher up. He had short dark brown hair, and purple worried eyes that normally had a cheerful glaze over them. He had been waiting for almost three hours. There came a scream from the doors behind him. He stopped pacing and walked to the door reaching out his hand, as if he was going to open the door. He decided against it and went back to pacing, shaking his head. A few minutes later, the doors opened and a nurse came out. The King stopped pacing and walked over to the nurse.
"Your wife and baby are ready for you, Sir," she said bowing to the King. She had on a white nightgown, and had her ginger hair up in a bun. Her hazel eyes glittered with happiness. She was wiping her hands on a plain, black towel.
"Thank you, Marie," the King said as he walked past the nurse and into the room. The room was large with a balcony on the left side, an open door that led to a pearly white bathroom, and a second door that was closed on the opposite side of the room. Across from the balcony, sat a king size bed with nightstands on either side. Sitting in the center of the bed, was a beautiful woman cradling a bundle of white blankets in her arms. The woman had brown wavy hair, and beautiful teal eyes. The King walked to the woman's side and sat down looking at the bundle with wonder and kindness. Inside was a baby with a chubby face. The baby's eyes were closed.
"What have you named it?" the King asked, looking at the beautiful woman. He didn't want to misgender the new born baby that was his. The King's eyes gazed at the baby with love and wonder.
"I thought you could name him, my dear," she said with love toward the King. The King and Queen looked at the baby boy that smiled warmly at them both in turn. The baby boy opened his eyes. The boy's eyes were heterochromia. His right eye was purple and his other was teal. There was dead silence as the King thought how beautiful the boy would look as he grew older.  A voice so cold it made the room turn an icy temperature spoke to the new parents. 
"How about, Hunter?" said the deep chilly voice as it came through the doors to the hall the King was just standing in a few seconds ago. The couple looked to see who it was, and their worst nightmare came true. There stood a tall man with broad shoulders, and icy blue eyes with dark brown hair with a dark purple line coming down from the right side of his hair into his face. He had a stubby nose that twitched with hatred at them both.
"Brother, why are you here and not in your kingdom?" the King said as he stood next to the bed. 
"Oh, brother. You know WHY I'm here," said the tall man walking toward the bed "I should be King of this world, not you," he said, stopping in front of his brother. His eyes had a glowing flame that seemed to have been burning for a long time. 
"Brandon, please," the Queen pleaded. " Leave us alone, while our son is growing up. Please," The Queen didn't want her son to grow up in a world of pain and misery. He was just a newborn after all.
"I'm sorry, Ruby," Brandon said looking at the Queen with a smile creeping along his face.  "But you should name the kid, Hunter. It will suit him when he's looking for his parents after he's free from my grasp," he said laughing with glee, "If he even does get free." A wicked grin spread across his face.
"Brother, please. Leave us alone until he's eighteen," the King begged, as a tear slowly rolled down his cheek. He had only just seen the boy, he hadn't even held him yet.
"No, Carlos. I have been waiting so long for this moment," he said walking past him and toward Ruby. The King tried to step in front of him but Brandon pushed him out of the way. The King landed on the bed, almost crushing the Queen's feet.
"Stop, Brandon," said Ruby, scooting  away from him still in the bed. She didn't want to send them to that world, but she knew she would probably have to do it anyway. She would send her newborn son to the mortal world just to save him from his uncle's grasp. Brandon was close enough to grab the bundle of blankets by now. He snatched the bundle and pulled out what looked like a flower. It was bright blue with red tips for the petals with a lime green stem. It wasn't just any flower, it has the power to kill a soul with even the lightest touch. Brandon was wearing special gloves so the flower wouldn't kill him.
Carlos got up and touched his brother on the shoulder, with pain and sadness in his purple eyes, "Brandon you don't have to do this." Brandon looked at his brother with heartbroken eyes, remembering the days they spent together in the castle where they were currently standing, but it faded in less then a second.
"Yes, I do," he said, changing his expression from sadness to pure anger. He dropped the flower on the baby. The King and Queen both screamed with misery. The King tried to take the baby boy away from him but Brandon moved so both the Queen and King wouldn't reach him. When the flower hit the baby in the blankets nothing happened. The baby seemed fine, perfectly fine and healthy. Then Hunter, as Brandon had named him, started to laugh with happiness. He liked the flower. He liked the softness of the petals as they brushed his face, the stem a rough circular surface around his little soft fingertips. "What? How can that be?" Brandon said, almost dropping the child. Brandon did see that it had left a scar on his head. The flower hurt him but didn't kill him.
Brandon left as the couple cradled their child, they were overjoyed that he was still alive. A miracle had happened that night. They had gotten rid of the deadly flower carefully. Then ordered the guards to destroy all of the deadly flowers, something they should have done long ago.
However, they knew Brandon was going to come back to try and kill Hunter again. They made a portal to the mortal world where they knew Brandon could not go, and left their child on the front steps to a little home in the middle of the city in Boise, Idaho. It didn't look the best for a Prince, but Hunter wouldn't even know. They also left a necklace with him. It was silver and gold with a purple gem that represents their kingdom. They also had to change Hunter's eye color because purple wasn't a normal color for humans. They choose hazel. They knew that in the morning a young woman would find the note, with their child, on her steps as she left for work. Hunter's parents would have to trust this stranger to raise their son, to prepare him to face the world and the challenges he would soon encounter.