Fury

Prologue

(Authors Note: Well, this is the prequel to "A Rose Without Thorns." :D
This book will be in Phillip's P.O.V. If you haven't read "A Rose Without Thorns", I would suggest that you go read that first in order to understand this fully. Thank you, and I hope you enjoy the prequel; "Fury.")

"What do you mean that he's sick?!" Phillip asked in a worried tone. The young eight-year old held his ground as he looked up at the Queen of Neptialite; but also his mother.

His mother looked back at him with emotionless eyes and stated coldly, "He is and we can't do anything to help him."

Phillip's eyes widened as tears fell from his eyes as he yelled back at his mother angrily, "Of course we can't help because you don't love him!"

The Queen only held her stoic face as she told him not to cry. "He was a big boy, and big boys shall not cry." She once said to him while training him on hand-to-hand combat.

Phillip couldn't help it this time. His father was slowly dying and his mother didn't seem to care at all. He despised this.

It seemed like his mother had given up on his papa, and she acted like she didn't care!

"You don't understand either!" Phillip screamed as he rushed up to his fathers room and opened the door to be greated with two guards.

Before either of them could protest, Phillip shoved past them to see his ill father in bed.

He rushed over to the sick King; his eyes beginning to brim with tears.

"Papa!" He cried out as he held his fathers cold hands in his own, tears streaming down his face.

The sick mans wise eyes trailed over to Phillip and he coughed out, "My little Phillip...you will be a great leader one day..."

"Papa, but you're leader! I don't want to be leader! You are the best leader ever!" Phillip whispered out, his emerald eyes widened with fear.

He didn't want to be leader at all. He wanted his papa to stay leader until he came next to the throne. His father couldn't just leave.

He knew that his father was dying, and he just couldn't bring himself to accept that. He was always with his father, and he didn't want those days to end.

His father lifted his arms out and softly embraced his son and sighed.

"Phillip...take care of our kingdom. I...I love you my only champ..."

Phillip smiled at his fathers words and nuzzled into his chest.

"Papa?" Phillip asked after a long moment of silence.

"Papa?" He asked again as he pulled away and looked at his father whose eyes were closed.

Sudden realization hit him, and he felt his whole world crash around him like glass shards.

"Papa! Wake up! WAKE UP!" He screamed out in agony as he gripped tightly onto his fathers shirt, tears streaming down his pale cheeks.

His eyes began to flash glimpses of gold as he threw back his head.

"PAPA!"

Ever since that day...Phillips never been quite the same.