The Prince and The Pawn Star

Dark City

The Prince and the Pawn Star
France 1832 after the June Rebellion:

Aaron's POV
The day was dull, the energy in Paris was dead. The usual bright, clear sky was dark and gloomy. This rebellion had taken many precious lives, many of them. But the rebellion also took our Prince. The prince who spoke for the people, who fought with them, who died with them. As I lifted my head from the lifeless gaze at the cobblestone floor I caught a glimpse of a few national guardsmen lifting the lifeless prince into the hard black coffin. I could hear the women sobbing behind me, they were sad as much as I was. Our prince was murdered for gods sake!
I walked through the blood stained streets of Paris, there were bodies everywhere. The rebellion had taken too many civilians. I could see the women scrubbing the blood off the footpath, the streets of paris were forever stained.
When I arrived at my apartment I ran to my empty dining room and poured myself some wine. There was no furniture in my apartment as I had thrown it all out the window to help build the barricade used in the rebellion. As I sipped my wine I could not help but think of what I could do to bring the prince back. The truth is, there was nothing I could do to bring him back, nothing at all. From when I was a boy, I had admired the prince. We all did. As u got out of my chair, my foot got caught in a panel of wood and I fell over. Suddenly the panel of wood flipped over and revealed a hidden hole in the floor. I brushed myself off and peered into the hole to find a letter, the letter was red with "Aaron" my name written on it. I slowly opened the letter.
"My dear Aaron, I never told you this and you probably will not find out because no one will tell you. I was executed when you were a boy, burned at the stake for doing sorcery.   You never knew this as they never wanted you to know that you have a bloodline link to Salem, as did I. They killed me, I don't want them to hurt you. I love you Aaron, I hope you know that. Please my son, accept this book. This is my book of shadows, I was meant to give this to you on your 18th birthday but I know I will never get to see you turn 18. I am so sorry, I wish we could have spent more time together. I love you my son. From Mother"
As a tear rolled down my cheek I held the letter to my chest and clutched it tightly. Why did I find this now? Why?
I then stared at the brown leather book with runes painted in gold on the cover and carefully opened it as I blew the dust off the cover. I knew what I wanted to find, a spell to bring my mother back. "Resurrection Spells!" I read the spell, then read the small fine print at the bottom. "Will not work if cremated or death by burning". I then shut the book in anger and sighed. I don't believe this. This is the worst day ever!
Although I'm glad I found the letter and book, but why today?

The next day, Aaron's POV
I sat staring out the window, watching the people parading the tomb of the prince through the streets. The people bowed their heads, many were sobbing, the guardsmen had a regretful look on their faces. Word got around that the prince was shot 8 times. The people all remembered the love he had for France, how he despised seeing the people poor, homeless and starving on the streets. He wanted change, a revolution. And he was prepared to do anything for that to happen. Anything...even die.
I couldn't watch any more of the funeral, I was too upset and angry. Our government is corrupt, there's nothing we can do about it.

I arrived at the gravesite of the Prince. The vault was white, marble and ghost like. I broke into the vault forcefully and lit my candle. The vault was dark and gloomy. As I scanned the vault I caught site of the Prince. He lay there peacefully, with a bouquet of white roses. I placed a red rose into the bouquet. His skin was lifeless and pale and his dark blonde hair was unusually neatly styled. It was clear they tried to groom him to be perfect, perfect was never his style. But to me, he was perfect. I opened my mothers book of shadows and chanted the words. "convertam te ad vitam reversus ducem"
Suddenly, the prince opened his eyes and shot up off the tomb. He stared at me, then stared at the roses in his hand. "What am I doing here? Who are you?" The Prince asked.