The Prince: Reborn

Prologue

 Mintaka, Astaria (16 years ago) 

 The city of Mintaka, on Astaria was in mid-celebration. Decorative lights and streamers paved the busy streets. Music, laughter, and the smell of sweet food filled the air. It was time for the annual Festival of Lights. It always had been a over-the-top affair, it was celebrating the birth of the nation of Astaria, the home of the brilliant angelic race, the Angelans. 

Every year was the same to Prince Silver Light. He was not allowed to leave the Light family palace the entire day. All he was permitted to do was work on his speech for the night's ceremonies. It was always the same thing. He would talk about how great Astaria was and promised that no forces could ever take over 'the great nation that is Astaria'. A promise he was starting to doubt himself. 

"Our great Astaria was built on innovation and intelligence" the teenaged Prince Silver mumbled to himself as he paced across the stone floor of his tower bedroom. 

He ran to his desk to write what  he had just said on a rolled up parchment paper with an ink dipped quill pen. He read the sentence back to himself a  few times before crumbling the passage in anger. It was very difficult to say the same thing every year with different words. It also did not help that the music and noise outside was loud enough to be heard in his room, albeit muffled.

"No, no this is not good" 

He started to pace again walking across the floor, coming past his full body mirror. He was wearing his itchy royal clothes which only sagged over his thin and wiry 16 year old frame. He wore a long white robe with the golden seams. The entire get-up was gaudy and unnecessary and absolutely hated every last bit of it. 

Just then, the large wooden door behind him began to creak open. Silver sighed. He did not bother to look back, he knew exactly who it was. It was his aging mentor, Taurus. The frail old man slowly sauntered in, each step seemed as if it slightly pained him. Silver had known Taurus for as long he could remember. On the outside Taurus seemed to be a short and bitter old man with a bad temperament, but Silver knew there was much more to the old angel then meets the eye. Taurus had been something like a father figure to Silver, seeing as though his own father was too busy fighting the Great War against their enemies the Darkians to even care about his own son's well being. 

 "How are the preparations going, your majesty?" Taurus said as he had finally made it to where the young prince was standing.

"Same as it always is" Silver said with a hint of exhaustion in his voice. "And I told you a million times, Taurus, my name is not 'your majesty ' or 'sir' it's just plain old Silver" the prince snapped back.

"It's a sign of respect, sir. Something someone like you has no idea about." 

Silver did not bother answering, he was tired and did not want to get an ear full of Taurus' lecturing, especially not today. He quickly walked over to his room's large window and looked down on the festivities going on below. He slowly opened the window and let the barrage of festival noises flood the room. 

He looked out at the streets lined with care-free and happy people. "My father, might he actually grace us with his glorious presence tonight?" He asked rather sarcastically. 

"You know King Orion is busy. He was just telling me today he had found a fatal flaw in the Darkian defenses he had to exploit. 'A once in a lifetime chance' I believe he called it." said Taurus.

"Of course it is. Every year he has one of those chances he just must take." 

Taurus walked up next to Silver. The old man shakily grabbed Silver's fancy golden and silver laced crown and offered it to the young prince. "This war will be over soon, and we will come out victorious. We already have those barbaric Darkians cowering. Won't be long until your father comes home a war hero, then everything will be right again."