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  Rehema quickly begin to pack their belongings. Ever since she receive the letter last night, she was in shock and was barely able to phrase a simple sentence. The King has never done this before, this is the first.

    Every single cell in her body screams 'Something is not Right!' and she couldn't help but believe that.

   Majida listen carefully to the conversation her friends was having, just in case they ask her something she'll at least know what their talking about.But she wasn't totally focus, not when she knows there's something wrong going on. Her mother was acting really strange ever since she got that letter.

   Her mother refuse to tell them nor give them a clue on what the letter said.

  "Did you hear about the letter the King sent his messenger to give to each family in this village?" Saylin ask the group. She had been dying to know what the letter said. Majida's ear perks up.

   "Yup." Kacey answers, he bets none of their parents allow them to see the letter. And he was right, he couldn't wait to tell them. "We--" Kacey got cut off by one of the guards.

   "Get to your homes. Now!" the guard bellows. His mask hides his face. They quickly scurry home, curiosity about the letter grew stronger.

  Majida enters her home after she let out a farewell to her friends.

  "Momma, what is going on?" Majida questions her mother, curiosity shines in her voice. She looks at her mother who is quickly packing their essentials. "Are we moving?" she ask still not quite sure what's going on.

 "Majida go and pack the clothes you need. Nothing that will not be of use to you." Rehema orders her daughter."Robbie will help you." she finish leaving no room for an argument. Majida feels that something is wrong, but her mother won't budge. And Majida knows when her mother doesn't want to talk about it she ignores it at all cost.

   That's the only reason Majida doesn't know who her father is. She can get any information out of anyone but her mother. Majida just went and follow her mother instruction, not wanting to be the reason of her fury.

*

   The King violently coughs, he can feel his fatal heart slowly dying. He knew this day would come, his reign will be over and his son's will start. King Edmore, who know one ever saw nor know his name, was on his bed, lying on his back while cough up his blood.

  He was going to die today, he call his servants and order them to get his son, Quince, in his room. In a matter of seconds, his servant left in a flash, and in came his son.

  "Father, what is the matter?" Quince ask in his native tongue.

  "I'm dying child." King Edmore answers his son in the same native tongue. "Today will be my last, my boy." the King coughs some more.

   "Father you cannot leave me! Not yet." Quince drop down to his knees, beside his father's bed. "I'm not fit nor ready to be King."