Prince Unknowing

Chapter 1

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His memories only went back so far, if he had to put a finger on it he say around 6 years.

Six years old, that is when his first memory is from, such a strange point to start. Everything else came as fuzzy noise like watching an old television going out of reception.

Never dwelling on it too much the boy just went about his life as any other person would, enjoy the new moments as they came in leaving behind the bad ones as best he could. Every now and then he would sit and wonder, why can't he remember, what was so horrible that it was stripped from him? His family have been the most loving people he's ever known, they are giving him boundless attention and love, they had thrown every opportunity they could his way to help him strive and achieve; so they can't be the reason why he doesn't remember. The only logical conclusion he could come to was before he got adopted, at some point before his current family something it happened something tha-

" Lance come on buddy get your ass moving we're gonna be so late!"

Opening his eyes the surroundings came rushing back, the feeling of hot water pouring from head to toe and cold tiles tingling the base of his feet. Suds of soap washing down the drain and steam fogged up the glass around him.

Lance shook his head and quickly finished rinsing off his body before stepping out of the shower. He reached forward and grab the towel hanging on the rack. It was thin and rough, too small to properly cover him the garrison didn't really put too much effort into the comfort of the students.

"Lance come one!"

He stumbled into his clothes almost falling on his face as he tried to get his legs through the pants holes. Pulling The door open steam escaped in a heavy cloud, he probably should've turned the vent on before he jumped in the shower.

"Coming coming coming" he replied throwing his towel on the floor and reaching for his bag, catching the books that almost fell out as he did so.

"Iverson is gonna have our heads for being this late buddy" Hunk grumbled as he straightened the bottom of his uniform and readjusted the strap of his bag onto his shoulder. "I'm not taking all the blame, if I wanted to I could've been there five minutes ago but no I'm your best buddy so I waited"

"You're a real hero Hunk" Lance chirped shaking his hand through his hair, getting rid of excess water and providing a brief styling. His uniform wasn't even buttoned up, the laces on his shoes still untied. He didn't even have enough time to put on make-up to cover up the bags under his eyes from the rough nights of sleep. At the moment Lance was the embodiment of a walking disaster.

Rounding the corner they see the door to their class, if they barrel though they door they would make it right when the bell was to sound. Just an arms length away and the both of them wouldn't receive a stern verbal pounding from the commander, just an hands reach and his disheveled appearance would be worth it. Hunk slipped though the door and just as Lance was going to do the same officer A.White laid a hand of his shoulder.

"Lance do you mind if we have a little chat?"

He hung his head in shame hearing the bell ring around the base, knowing how mad Iverson was going to be even though this time it was not his fault.
"Sure."

Adam White was the instructor for a handful of young cadets at the garrison and the Cuban just so happen to be one of them. He was also Lance's English teacher and sometimes (very often) he would help him with the language because even though Lance has been speaking it his whole remembered life there were still many things he got wrong. Instructor White led the boy down the halls and far away from the horrors of Iverson's classroom to his office, a place the Lance spent a lot of time regardless of the circumstances. The two of them walk in and White moves to sit at his desk, he pulls out a few sheets of paper laying them down facing the other side of the desk indicating to the boy that he should sit down and look at them.

"Lance, I can tell that lately you have been...distracted and you are looking a little worse for wear" he began gesturing at the cadets physical state. "However it does not excuse these writings, I know that English is not your preferred subject but don't you think that you are taking it a bit too far with this."

Lance starred down at the pages on the table. What should be words was mere symbol sporadically thrown across the paper, half dried ink smudging a few of them as if a madman had written them. Lance tried to make sense of it, they are so strange; ridged in their structure but somehow soft and familiar, tugging at his mind.

Blinking abruptly to snap out of a haze the boy looks up at the man in front of him, his face held a dull and drawn expression. Adam use to smile all the time, he use to cheer everyone up simply by walking into the room but ever since Shiro...we'll let's just say things have never been the same.

"As much as I'd like to take the credit for this masterpiece sir, I have no ideas what it is"

"Lance, this is what you submitted to me as your essay."