When a prince was punished for a sin he committed, he was banished. Cast out to another realm. There, he met a mortal. Their past will be unveiled. Secrets will be opened. History will repeat itself and chaos will rule. Both princes whom are brother...
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He was running... running for dear life.
He could just use his power. Use the power of the sun gifted to him but he wonders which more is terrifying, be found that he wasn't a mortal or be killed by doing nothing in return. The prince halted in his tracks, made his way to a narrow alley and hid through the darkness upon it.
Jimin doesn't know if he had done the right thing. Even before, the night at the amusement park, he knows to himself, the oddness—he saw something in the night sky. And back to the streets, where the lampposts are ticking on and off, he knows the circumstances.
He wasn't sure of what scares him most, if whether he chose the right decision or not. He feels like he was being watched and every night, when everybody is asleep, he goes out to seek whatever that keeps him uncanny. Uncomfortable. The moment he finally healed himself from the wounds, he knew, using his powers would be a suicide.
And even without doing so, it did.
Now that he finds himself in thin line. Line between life and death.
Jimin pondered. He could feel the heavy thumping at his chest. He peered through, across the street where he could see the lampposts, and suddenly, the lights went off. It's here. It's here. Jimin pushed himself, where his back hits the wall behind. He closed his eyes momentarily, looking at his hands—he could feel the power surging, it was warm at his fingertips.
He couldn't just let himself die. He had trained for this. He had trained for battle. But he can't also expose his identity. Or was he already exposed?
Jimin groaned underneath his breath, contemplating, and without any other choice—with a stern decision, he aimed his hand towards the space and exactly as a gold beaming light escaped his palm, it struck the creature at the sides.
The moment his power surged and the darkness of the alley broke against the light, he grew anxious, thinking someone might had seen him or it is unavoidable not to attract any attention, but it fades away the second he thought of it, for something graver shivered his body—and that was the idea of surviving and coming out alive.
The prince runs away, into an abandoned parking lot at the back of the towering shops.
Jimin gazed back, over his shoulder, and thundered his hands towards the direction and another golden light escaped his palm. He can't seem to put his words together, but the creature that attacked him this very night was like... a shadow, or more likely one at that, sand. Taking no forms. Not a human. Nor an animal. It was purely dark sand floating in thin air.
"Arg!—" The prince yelled in agony as pain spreads through his right foot which caused him to stumble on the ground, limping. At a spare second when his gaze fell on the injured part, he saw his veins turn into black, creeping in such a slow rate, moving upwards. They looked like tiny twigs, snaking, spreading...
