The island trembled and shook before buildings started to crack. A huge crater was made, as at the center of the impact stood one young man with his hair fluttering. He was patched with blood all over his body and part of his face. Both of his hands were clenched as the fury he had subsided by a certain amount.
The world was shocked, silent, and mourned.
The demi-humans all gulped their saliva. They spot no prince under his feet, there was nothing left of the prince, not even his dust.
They felt their naivety as they remembered how the very same human was put on a cross three days ago. They were holding his execution before the princess dived in and took the matter at hand. Fast forward three days later, and one of the royalty died by his hand.
