Burn

The run (prologue-ish)

"Life is like a camera. Just focus on what's important, capture the good times, develop from the negatives, and if things don't turn out – take another shot."

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"Father, I wouldn't want the throne. I'm too young to handle the monarch of the English throne and besides you could discuss about it to Noah, he would be a better choice and not me!" spoke Sebastian in low voice, low enough for his father to hear.

"Silence," His father gritted out, "have you been so lost in your thoughts that you forgot that you are here in the court!"

"But Father, I-"

"'Your Highness' is what I'm referred to as, over here. not your father."

Sebastian Ashworth's father, King Gaius seated high upon his throne with companions and advisers, accompanied by his son himself, looked down to glower at his kin and hoping that he wouldn't embarrass the crown any further.

Feeling lost and dreadful, Sebastian lost him self to an internal battle.
His father had always shown interest in Sebastian being the next heir to the throne even though his son did not share the same interests.

 God knows why but the king, had never even tried to acknowledge the fact that he had other two older children, Noah and Lucia who would have been perfect for the throne, but being the king he thinks that its his responsibility to choose the right heir, even though Sebastian didn't want to be one.
To begin with, he was too young, still had his whole life to live and would want to do that being himself and not some king with a  dangerous responsibility to the future of England, he still had to be Independent, still had to learn more things, he still had to do reckless things.

 Still had to live.

This meeting was just like the other ones he has always held so that Bash would be 'Encourage' and want to be 'Involved', but this is not what his son wanted, its something that he NEVER wanted and felt that he had to put some sense into his father so that just for once he could think from a father's view and not a king's.

Sebastian pushed back the chair roughly as it made a screeching loud noise snapping nearly 17 pairs of eyes to him, gaining attention as their eyes waited for something, waited for him to mess up. Watching his every move like hawks.

He got up with an expression of refusal on his face blended with anger, ready to get out of the hell house, he turned and hurried across the room towards the gigantic door leading him to his safe haven that he far too often looked for.

Feeling the wind blow softly over his face smoothing out the little frown that etched his eyebrows.
As a young child, Sebastian use to come here and still did practically spending his life up there.
They said that beauty couldn't be made specifically for somebody. But has to be created in the eye of the beholder, for everything could be breathtaking.

His brother upon seeing him cry alone when he was  merely 8, had promised him he would show Bash something beautiful only if he would be silent and discreet about it.

That night was truly a mesmerizing one as far as he could remember.
Noah, his brother, had led them up to a terrace like area through a secret passage from behind the walls, which ultimately opened up to a jaw dropping garden.
Shining in all its glory, with sparks of emerald and lushness and lively plants soaking the warmth of the sun, had a humongous smile plastered on his face, refusing to leave.

He felt like it was magical.

The way the roses would bloom up upon his touch was very unnatural, but he didn't bother to ask why.

 Him and his siblings had been nourishing this garden ever since their childhood, planting plants every once in a while, taking care of the growth and a new breed. It had always made him feel proud and warm, that he had made something by himself. That his brother and sister were always there with him, playing with dirt as they grew up together.It was a sanctuary.

But to this day, the garden hasn't lost its glow, even underneath the half dark gloomy sky, they seemed to stand up lively as ever.

Hunching his shoulders he leaned over the balcony searching for something that could distract him and take away all of his doubts and anxiety.

He looked down and around and let out a slow sigh at the view. The city was bustling with people either eager for shopping or trading. Several girls had lined around the castle as guards blocked them as they only wanted to see the tinniest bit of the prince and flash their uncertain smiles and crooked grins to which no one could do anything but smile back at.

That was his stinking life. Head up high. Talk only business. Formal tone. No tolerance for disrespect. Forced smiles. Unhappy gatherings

It felt like a mask that clouded over his real self. Hiding away that boy who wanted to go on stupid adventures. It closed him in. Trapped him beneath the surface not letting him be who he wanted to, because he was the next heir. And kings dont feel.

Searching along the side lines of the city, something caught his eyes, but from that far he couldn't make out what it was. Walking as close as he further could towards the balcony, he observed a trail of soldiers dressed in black-palace guards- chasing with their enormous bulky physique, after a red flash or uncertainly a cloth with the ferocious speed and the way it moved.

But why would the guards be chasing a cloth? What's so special about it?

Or maybe it could be someone fast enough to be a blur of mist.

 Knowing that couldn't be true, Sebastian increased his pace behind the guards, jumping from walls to walls, to catch the only piece of curiosity that would unknowingly separate him from his meaningless world and throw him into utter chaos.

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A.N- I'm starting off with small chaps but as v keep going it will increase trust me....

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