With a new era comes a new hierarchy. How did the rules get rewritten? I guess this is where the words from Napoleon, 'History is always written by the winners. When two cultures clash, the loser is obliterated, and the winner writes the history books; books which glorify their own cause and disparage the conquered foe.' comes into play.
Now sitting in the dungeons under the royal castle, I had a chance to think. With everything that had happened, now was a good chance to organise my thoughts. Peace was made when Prince Sinyok proposed marriage to their rivals, the southern people, for their princess' hand in marriage. Yet, I, King Lyam's true heir, had been locked and hidden here for the 'protection of the people'. As an albino, I cannot cope to be outside in the sun. People have also criticised me as a cripple and thus, my title as heir was given to my half-brother, Sinyok. But I never once felt jealous. It was as if my heart was hollow.
Soon I would have my revenge and the scales will tip once again, and this time in my favour.
With my escape plan in motion, I took advantage of the guards changing their shifts and broke the cell's lock. Having once been an apprentice to an assassin, I was able to sneak and escape from the dungeon. Running around the labyrinth dungeon, I eventually found the exit. Running outside of the castle ears, I noticed that the area had changed a lot in the last decade. When I was eight, Butler Smith brought me outside after sunset to see the world that I would eventually reign over. He took me to a place that was filled with little children, green grass and trees. He told me, 'My Prince, Alexander, this is a park.'
With my feet gliding over the pavement, they lead me to the park, suddenly a thought popped into mind. Would my father ever think of me as something useful? Someone to help his kingdom, someone to take after him, his legacy. Walking into the park, I sat down under a tree. My thoughts venturing out a little more started to think about my Master. Killed of treason of attempted murder and hostility towards the royal family. Being there at his execution, I heard his last words. "Live my dear apprentice, feel what life has to offer you. Learn to feel your emotions."
Liquid started pouring out of my eyes, my chest hurt as if someone had pierced it with a sword. What was this? It hurt more than being starved. Tears, these were tears. Just like they were described in the books in the library, I realised this was an emotion. Laughing out loud like a drunkard, I mumbled to myself, "Look at me Master, I'm finally feeling an emotion, an emotion other than revenge."
Watching my tears flow down, they dripped onto a clover. Flicking my tears off it, I picked the clover and examined it. There were four leaves on the clove. Still laughing at myself, I scoffed, 'Must be my lucky day or something.'
As the night was wasting away, I sneaked back into his room in the royal castle. Opening the door, he savoured the look of him room thinking, "This might be the last time I will see this room." Going to the east wall, I found the hidden switch. Flicking it, the wall opened to a hidden wardrobe. Inside contained a set of black robes, a dozen throwing knives, a katana and a pair of black cloth shoes. Changing quickly, I equipped my gear and found my way to my brother, Prince Sinyok's bedroom.
Unlike my bedroom, Sinyok's was lathered with bright golds and blues. Just like how the stereotypical royal bedroom style was. Bright silk curtains, big princess-style beds, high ceiling. Finding Sinyok deep asleep in his bed. I took out a throwing knife and slit his throat. Just as the knife pierced his neck, I felt as if I could hear his heartbeat.
Suddenly, the bedroom door was forcefully opened. With my heart beating fast, I swivelled around and stared at the intruder. It was him. My father, the King.
"Why, Prince Alexander, it's been quite a long time since we last met. Ah yes, our last reunion was when you were captured as that traitor assassins disciple. Then you were locked up. Now it's a fancy seeing you here, with that knife in your hand." the King said tauntingly.
"Why dear Father, it's a fancy seeing you here," I said mockingly, "Why are you visiting you heir at this late hour?"
"Of course it's to check if he is still alive," the King replied, "It's not pleasant to know that my son escaped his cell and came to his brother's room to try to assassinate him, you know. Didn't I ever teach you manners?"
"Why yes, you did dear Father. You taught me much." I said back fiercely.
Gripping the knife tighter, I slit my brother's throat. Warmblood was splattered, onto my hand, the knife and the bed. With my brother's blood still on my knife, I turned to my father and said. "What a nice conversation."
"Prince Alexander, what is your purpose of killing your brother?" the King inquired as if he himself hadn't known.
"My purpose? I thought you would have already figured it out. I want to destroy this kingdom you have made, and that... includes you." I replied.
"Then my time must have co-" without letting the King finish his sentence, I sprint towards him and unsheathed my katana, quickly beheading him. "Dear dead Father, this was the katana than my Master had given me. It has killed many of your men, and now it has killed the leader."
I walked across the room and seated myself in a chair. Looking at the bloody scene, I felt no guilt. Unlike my brother, I had never been given a chance to show who I was. With the blood on my weapons the same colour as my eyes, I felt satisfaction with completing my revenge. With a new era coming, it would be best that I don't rule. Taking an unused throwing knife, I lifted it towards my heart. "Goodbye, cruel world," I said. Slightly hysterical, I wondered if this was how I planned to die, in such a melodramatic fashion. Without another thought, I plunged the knife into my heart. With my eyes clouding, I felt a warm feeling spread around my body. This must be the happiness just before death I thought.
