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Asher should have easily been the Crown Prince but after falling into the tricks of politics he lost his position to his cunning, ruthless, younger brother Garrett. He lived his life is misery under his brother who took the throne with bloody hands and used his power to kill all of Asher's allies and terrorize the citizens.
 "Isn't it beautiful brother?? Crimson red colors the once bleak white streets of MY empire." Asher shuddered as he looked into his brothers bloodlust consumed eyes. they were no longer the eyes of the boy he once loved. They were the eyes of a true demon.
 "You'll never get away with this!" Asher screamed as he struggled against the heavy iron chains. The pain was nothing when he was consumed with righteous fury but no amount of adrenaline would help him. He was starved, beaten and sleep deprived. He lived in a small damp dungeon with only enough food and water given to prolong his life. He couldn't fight no matter how bad he wanted to. 
 Garrett smiled a cruel, wickedly amused smile as he approached his flailing brother. "Oh dear older brother, I already have." He laughed as he grabbed Ashers hair firmly and drug him to the window to show the scene of chaos he had displayed. Heads of nobles and commoners alike reheated the stone walls of the castle. The most prominent were his friends and his once precious fiance, they were displayed the most cruelly. Asher trembled at the sight of it all. The smell of blood and smoke permeated the air as it carried the screams of the suffering. 
 "H...how could you... how could you do so this to your own people?!" Garrett pulled Ashers face inches from his, his face cold and dark as he looked at his brother. 
 "They were never my people." before Asher could say more Garrett lifted him up with a twisted grin. "If you love them so much, join them. " without much effort he through his brother or of the window. 
 The sound of Garrett's maniacal laughter and the anguish of his people rang in his ears as he fell to the pits of despair. His final thoughts, a wish. If there is a God, please. Let me go back and make things right.
 Before his last breathe a gentle voice called out. "call my name and your wish shall be so." He didn't understand it but a name came to mind. With all his remaining might Asher called out.
 "CALLAN!" with that Asher found himself in a dark space, the only light coming from a white dragon. He bowed in respect but the dragon lifted his head. 
 "I hadn't your wish, on the condition you worship me." Asher nodded. anything to save his kingdom and his people. The dragon nodded and Asher found himself hurled back to his youth. 
 determined not to lose, Asher changes over night. "I won't lose to you again Garrett. "

Table of The Forgotten Prince lives again

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Volume 1