Jungkook, October 8 1985, Royal Palace of Azura
"End them." My voice echoes throughout the silent room.
"They could be of use, Your Highness." One of the advisors suggests.
"My decision is final." I say, my voice full of authority. "They pose a threat to both my kingdom and myself."
"Of-course Your Highness, I will send out soldiers to put the end to those freaks." My head general announces.
"Come to me right away if something comes up." I say and dismiss them.
In the event that everything unfolds as intended, I anticipate my encounter with the King of Azurethra. It is highly probable that the meeting will conclude in a peaceful manner; however, if that is not the case, unfortunate consequences await the king.
I was supposed to leave today but then I was informed about those gifted individuals. There are about 100 of them and they all have powers. Some of them control electricity, some control minds and some control light. Most of them don't even know they have abilities.
However, I cannot risk the idea of them stealing my throne. They all will be slaughtered in their sleep or some other peaceful way.
I take a long breath and step down from the throne. I open the doors and begin walking, my guards following behind me. As I enter my chambers, the guards shut the doors behind me.
I take off my clothing, the silk pooling at the bottom of my feet like water.
I straighten my back and gaze at my reflection.
The scars are still visible.
Taehyung, October 9, 1985, Outskirts of the City of Blane
I crouch down in front of the river and wash my face, wiping away all the dirt and grime. I see my reflection in the crystal-clear water. I pluck out the grass and leaves in my brown locks. I guess when you sleep in the middle of a forest, this is bound to happen.
I slip out of my white shirt, the lousy material falling to the ground. I cup some water in my hands and rub it onto my torso.
It's not too cold today, thank god. I might have frozen to death if I washed up any other day. I grab my shirt and put it on. I drink some water and then head back to my so-called 'shelter'.
I lean against the walls of the broken, abandoned shack. The shack only has a roof and walls; the floor is all broken, branches and dirt scattered across it.
The memory of my old room flashes across my mind.
I bite back a sob and take a heavy breath. I think it might be a good time to take a nap.
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"Listen to me, Tae!" A woman screams.
"I do not want to work as a slave to some lord. Especially not a sex slave!" The said boy yells, clearly frustrated.
"No, he just wants to help us out. You just have to clean the house once a day, nothing else." The woman replies.
"Do you really think he's asking me to clean his house. You do not know how that man looks at me whenever I pass by him. He'll rape me, mother!" The boy says.
"Of-course, he won't. What has gotten into you?" The woman says.
"Just stop! I do not want to work as a slave to him." He replies.
"We need the extra money. Your father and I have treated you so well while other parents treat their sons like trash. You should at-least be grateful to us, you useless boy!" The woman yells. She slaps the boy across the cheek, making him stumble to the floor. The boy looks at his mother, teary-eyed.
"Stop fighting! Please." Says a voice. A young girl walks in the middle of her fighting mother and brother.
Her voice goes unnoticed as the mother and son stare at one another, hatred in their gazes.
"Step away, little one." The boy says as the girl tugs on his sleeve.
"Don't talk to her, you filthy trash!" The mother yells, fueling the boys anger. The boy calls for his powers and without thinking; uses them.
The young girl steps towards her mother as a blast of ice hits her. The girl screams as the stone-hard ice blasts into her back, making her crumple to the ground.
The mother screams, crouching in front of her daughter as her skin turns a pale color of blue. The boy looks at the girl, shock in his expression. Tears roll down his cheeks from the realization.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!"
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!"
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!"
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I wake up with a scream, clawing at my throat. I scream and scream and scream until my voice dies out.
And then the tears come in. As I express my sorrow, it appears as though the ground engulfs me.
What have I done?
I cry my heart out as thoughts of that horrid night plague my mind.
"His mother said that he might be somewhere here." I hear a foreign voice say.
Shit.
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