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"Is this what you call a family?"

The air was cold and suffocating as the young male adult stepped forward to grasp his father's wrist. Throat bobbing and eyes glaring at the blinding white glimmers bouncing off the top of his father's crown, he hissed as the rain splattered onto his pale freckle covered cheeks. His lungs ached as he felt something split within his chest, an ache, a piece of his soul, a beast within a beauty, the dark and grimy walls of the castle stood before him in a menacing manner. Yellow and gray eyes scrunched shut as he tugged at his aging parent's wrist to make him talk face to face.

"I need to know. I need to know!" His throat threatened to close as he stared upon the face of the King of Paris. Aged. Old. Gray hairs fading into a dishwater blonde. The same piercing gray eyes as the woman who kept her promise to hunt him down and shoot him dead.

"Why are you walking away? Was it something I-I did...?" His voice seemed so quiet in the loud, pouring rain now soaking him to the bone. Lips pulling back into a snarl, eyebrows furrowing as he gazed upon the golden robes his father donned, and his fingers filled with several glittering jewels.

"I don't-I don't understand this! Is this how it ends? All these years of us l-living in the poverty class and y-you think you can-can just-"

His father's large hand was a dead weight on his shoulder as he tried to comfort his son, yet the young boy shook it off with eyes glowing a dangerous yellow. The rain came to a stop above the young boy, and the torrential downpour became like a hurricane as it picked up wind and starting pulling at the massive garden's foliage. Nails bit into his palm as he tried to control the storm inside that dare to try and crawl it's way out of his stomach toward his mind, but all he could muster were the words...

"Do you even miss me and Damon? That w-witch was your mistress? You're-you're a King?! How could you do thi-this? My who-whole li-life a lie!" His lips shook as a burning sensation started at the base of his spine and traveled it's way to his fingertips and toes. Those gray and yellow eyes pooled with unshed tears as he took a couple of steps back to avoid hurting the man who raised him from a mere babe. He felt his chest tighten as he went over the memories of him and his blonde father. A nest of pink and purple flowers spread at the base of his hairline, and made shapes on his skin as he felt his magic coarse through him, and yet his heart crunched inside his chest. Making it harder to breathe. Harder to live. Harder to even exist. Heart incapable of shattering once more after Damon left, he took one more look at the mystery in front of him.

His father stood tall, a pained look on his face, gray eyes squinting to see the young man in the heavy rainfall. The armor that shone bright silver dulled in the dark of the storm, and his stance seemed to hunch over with defeat as he turned away from his son's outline.

Uttering his last words with the magic flowing and crackling like snakes in the air around him he finally found the courage to say, "Is this...what you call a fami-family? Cause...if-if it is...I want no part in it...Goodbye...Father..."

Thunder and lightning cracked in the dead of the night, and the King turned back to look at his son only to find empty air. The chills running down his spine and the stone of guilt settling in his stomach made him panic as he started after the torn up patches of flowers left in his son's wake leading to the entrance of the castle. Yet by the time he got to the end of the winding stone, all that was left was the black, blue, and green leaves of the forest as well as a wall of jagged thorns covering up the path to get back to the city. The large and bleak castle and it's devastated garden now lost to the outside world.

"I'm so so s-sorry Brett..."

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Song Lyrics: Sleeping With Sirens-A Trophy Fathers Trophy Son