It's been a month since we arrived back home. George, unlike the cunning and devious Fred, was genuinely sweet and caring. He was good at sneaking off on lessons, so we often went to town. We spent much time together. Especially downtown, at the 1st gate!
Once in a while, the dark prince would follow us in casual beggar-like clothes. Nobody suspected a thing. On the other hand, I felt nervousness seep into me like the roots of a tree.
On evenings when George was either sleeping or went outside hunting with the general, Fred and the dark prince would scurry into my bedroom, for a night's drink or sometimes for the rare serious conversations.
During my stay, as much as I learnt about George, I learnt about the dark prince.
George was very polite and gentle. His eyes like a hawk's that could see far off places. It was an unique ability. But at a price... sadly, George, unlike the rest of the family, did not receive the elemental mana.
Elemental mana: The strongest type of mana there is. Only a handful individuals inherit this ancient ability... 1 in a million. Elemental mana is inherent and cannot be acquired.
People who have mana are not all elemental mages. They simply have "abilities" to adapt to their environment. Mana is general here. So every 1 in 100 children acquire it through time. However, Elements of nature, itself are not their skills.
It's more or less like a system. Cruel. Yet, adaptable.
George had left home for the royal palace when he was 5. His ability is sought after and powerful. Especially because, one: he has a powerful lineage, two: his ability is extremely useful.
About a year ago, he shifted from the palace to the castle we visited, due to reasonable circumstances.
As for that dark prince, he was the one at fault for George's stay in the royal castle. George is Charles' protector.
As memory recalls, I called Charles that on our very first meeting, when he poked his nose into our family's business...
"Go on baby," Fred proudly commented, "do your thing!"
He had insisted and so I flew up and slapped him. His left cheek went bright red with the tiny slap mark. The three of them gasped.
Fred began shedding countless tears. How he wailed until I reluctantly told him I was sorry...
I sat back on top of the warm red cushion on top of the velvet table. There was a long silence as both the young boys stiffened up. They looked at me in disbelief.
"[I'm not a monster, you know?]" I told them.
"R-ri-right," George replied.
The dark prince just nodded.
"She's a real handful!" Fred exclaimed with another wicked smile.
"[And you, my dear brother,]" I paused and saw his bashful face, "[a liar.]"
The dark prince burst into laughter. He mocked Fred, "Bet you've yet to learn your lessons...!"
"[I dub thee, Dark Prince.]" I snickered back at Charles, pointing my index finger right towards him.
"Accepted," he replied back, "my dear sister."
"Eh?" I exclaimed, puzzled by his comment.
George and Fred both exchanged glances and burst into laughter. They said nothing more.
"Long story," the crown prince ended the topic there.
George picked me up and asked, concerned, "Do you dislike being carried?"
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