Viva La Vida

Prologue

     
     I sat on my throne, listening to the angry shouting of the revolt outside my door. There was a banging sound of a hard wooden plank being jammed against the door's heavy metal locks, and I knew it would only be a matter of time before the revolt bursted in. There was a steady beating of drums in the background; this revolt seemed to have a dramatic flare.

         The noise seemed distant and drowned out to me, though. It was as if I was underwater, drowning in nothing but my thoughts. I couldn't believe it. I had reigned but five days before the revolt came to attack me. I didn't understand it. Was I really such a lowly king, that five days was enough to make the kingdom rage against me? I sighed. I hadn't even had the chance to make any decrees or laws. I could have changed the kingdom, for the better.

        Alas, I broke one of the most crucial rules of ruling: duties come before emotions. My duty to my kingdom would have been to keep my uncle as an advisor to me. He knew how to properly rule, and was wiser and more experienced than I. But sadly, I let my emotions cloud my judgement. I exiled him as soon as my coronation was over. I knew he had strived to do nothing but make me a great king, but his methods of doing so were unforgivable.

         I started to drown further, lost in the memory of the first time I had actually MET my uncle. I was eight, and living in an orphanage. I didn't remember my life there, but I knew for a fact that I was happy. Of course, I don't quite remember what happiness feels like, but apparently that's what I felt at my time there. I had friends who were as close as brothers to me, and I had all the freedom in the world, it seemed I lived a carefree life.

       Then, on that fateful day, my uncle came to my orphanage. I peeked through the corner of the hallway and watched him as he proclaimed to the woman who owned the orphanage, "I am Duke Viktor Delanger Mondus Moondian the Third, and request the audience of King Ember Moondian."

        The woman stared in awe, then came to get me. She dragged me out of my corner, whispering "It'll be ok." to my ear as I reluctantly followed her. My uncle looked down at me in disgust, forcing a smile as he said, "King Everen Inal Moondian the Fifth, as you know, has tragically passed last week. It has been discovered that he has an heir, an estranged son from his affair with a peasant. While I don't approve of my brother's decisions, it is a good thing he did, for now you can take over the throne as King."

       I gaped at him a second before saying loudly, "Nah ah nutcase, I ain't doin' nothin'." 

        He stared at me, taken aback, before his features hardened. He grabbed me roughly by the wrist but said in a much calmer voice, "Unfortunately, you do not have a choice." 

        I attempted to yank his wrist out of his grip, but instead he dragged me outside. "Wait! Can't I at least say g'bye to my family?!" I shouted, referring to my friends in the orphanage.

         "No." He said firmly.

         I growled and whispered under my breath, "Ianuae Magicae." I instantly teleported out of his grip, a few feet behind him. He stared at me in shock. Wizards were rare in the kingdom of Moondian. Very few existed, and the fact that I was one of them was shocking him... To everyone, really, considering all the passersby  stopped to watch the commotion.

          Viktor quickly recovered, lunging and grabbing my wrist again, this time slapping a device on it. I yelped a bit, feeling a static shock between the device and my magic. I tried to teleport again, saying, "Ianuae Magicae," but nothing happened. It was my turn to stare in shock. So he proceeded to  drag me over to the palace, me kicking and screaming curses the whole way, trying to wrench out of his grip and recruit the help of peasants passing by. 

        After about ten minutes we reached the palace, and he shoved me roughly into the entrance hall, slamming the doors shut. I whipped around to face him, about to scream some rather nasty things, but I never got the chance to, as the next thing I knew I was sprawled across the floor, cheek burning in pain. I'd been slapped before. But those were lowlifes who'd slapped me. Ruffians. Not a snobby noble like my uncle. Snobby nobles were supposed to be above all that. They were too 'civil' for it-- at least that's what I thought. And I was right. He WAS above slaps... he was at the level of torture. If only I had known that as I stared up at him, shocked at his sudden violence and watching as he sneered down at me, then maybe I would have fought harder. But I didn't. That was a mistake. That is what led to all my pain--

         My childhood memories were interrupted as the throne room door banged down on the floor, completely unhinged. I jumped, not expecting the sudden interruption. A mob flooded in, complete with torches and pitchforks. See what I mean by dramatic? Gits. The mob shouted as they pulled me roughly off my throne, pulling hard on my arms as they led me through a shouting, spitting, and cursing crowd, dragging me off to the dungeon... or perhaps to the gallows tree.

A/N: Ok soooooo this is my newest story! I'm excited for it, especially as it will get darker, crazier, and twistier as it goes! I'm going to try to publish a chapter every week, although they'll probably be shorter then this one lol. So yeah, hope you guys like it. Foxy out!