Regent . PJM [Completed]

prologue

A scream.

The sound of a little boy's petrified scream could be heard as he fell on the grass. The boy in front of him smiled savagely as he picked up the dead, stiff bird, flowers' ashes surrounding him. 

All he did was touch a feather, and it stopped all movement. Now, it was stone cold. 

"Daddy! Daddy! Luke did it again!" the boy shrieked as he picked himself up and dashed across the field. One, to get away from his heinous brother and two, to alert his parents. 

He was told to keep a close watch on his brother, and whenever he broke a rule, he was to report it. 

One of those rules was no killing. 

Two sets of hurried footsteps trampled the grass as his mother and father came. 

"He- he killed those birds," the little boy stuttered. 

His mother, Gwen, came to embrace him, and told him that everything was alright.

"You did good, love. You did good," his mother praised, trying to ease his mind away from the dead birds. 

"Where'd Sera go?" his father, Ale, suddenly said. Looking around the flat grassy field, no other person was in sight. 

"Love, do you know where Sera went?" Gwen asked her son. He sniffled and shook his head, still thinking of the lifeless birds. "I'll go find her. You take care of Luke," Gwen said to her husband, then stood and left to go find the princess. Princess Sera. 

Gwen and Ale were close friends with the rulers of Raveen. King Lair and Queen Catalina had a beautiful daughter named Sera which they would often bring with them whenever they visited. 

They also had a son named Jae who would also occasionally come to play, but his anti-socialness sometimes left him at home. 

Gwen made her way down the stone steps into a more covered area with trees and flowers. Behind a small tree, a little girl was standing, talking to a man. 

It was Sera and her father, Lair. 

Letting out a deep sigh, relieved that Sera was safe, Gwen turned and trekked back to the palace where Ale had brought the children inside. 

Luke wasn't there. 

Gwen looked at her little boy sitting on a bench, staring at his hands. Gently, she took his hands in hers. 

"Love, do you know where your brother went?" she asked. 

"Daddy took him," he replied. Gwen pressed her lips together, but was surprised when her son said, "Is that right? Taking him and leaving him in that place all alone?" 

She smiled, proud. How was her boy so mature? 

"No, no. It's not right, but there's nothing else we can do. If we don't keep him away from others, he will endanger them," Gwen tried to reason. But deep in her heart, she knew it wasn't right. No matter what was at stake. 

After all, he was just a boy. 

A boy born different.

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