Princes Of The Universe

prologue

1984.

London, England.

"Do you have any last words?" Spoke the General of Rhye, the tyrannical dictator of the United Kingdom.

A cloth sack was removed from a young woman's head.

She knew that she would be hung in a couple of minutes and so would be her mentor, one of the most prominent rebels.

"I have one last wish," the woman said. "I need to say goodbye to my mentor."

The woman nodded at a tall man next to her, whose head was covered.

They both had nooses around their necks and handcuffs on their wrists.

They were labeled traitors to the country.

Criminals.

And for what?

Simply because they were spreading hope and creativity in the cruel world where the latter was forbidden.

The general smirked.

He wanted to execute both people on the spot but decided to show them mercy, if only for his amusement, and grant the woman her wish.

"You have three minutes," the old general nodded, gesturing to the executioner to remove the sack from the man's head. "Make it quick!"

The executioner obeyed, revealing the man's beaten up face which made the woman gasp.

The prisoners locked their eyes and the woman kept suppressing her urge to cry.

"I'm sorry, Stephen," the woman sobbed. "I... I never thought that it would end like this. It's... my fault..."

"Calm down, little rose. You believe in God, don't you? Think about how we both will meet up there," Stephen said. "Even atheists like myself find these thoughts comforting, Rosheen."

Rosheen nodded, her mousy brown hair looked like an explosion aftermath and her grey eyes were puffy.

"Goodbye, Stephen," she smiled at the young actor who was only twenty seven, five years her senior. "Take care."

However, he had a lot more experience in acting and life alike than her.

So, they were a mentor and a disciple, as well as friends.

Saying goodbye was hard, but they didn't have much time left.

They couldn't even share a hug.

"I'm tired of this," the general muttered. "Your time has run out."

"We still have one minute!" Rosh cried.

"One minute is not going to change much!" The general yelled. "Executioner!"

"Fuck you, gobshite!" Rosheen yelled before her and Stephen were gagged and their heads were covered again.

A small bench they were standing on was about to be removed when everyone heard a loud noise.

"AAAAYYYYOOOHHH!!!" a tenor sang loudly.

There were two loud thuds following the sound and within a second, the door was kicked down by the sound waves.

Four men stormed inside.

They appeared to be led by a man with a mustache.

"Deaky, disorient them!" he ordered a man with curly hair and a big nose who seemed to be the youngest in the group.

"Tase them!" yelled the general while pulling out his pistol and aiming it at the quartet.

The executioner and the guards prepared the tasers, but then, something unexpected happened.