At the age of five is when I regain my memories. That God locked them in order not the break my mind and cause any unnecessary mental problems when my brain wasn't fully developed.
My memories were triggered when I witnessed two maids gossiping about me and my 'lack of abilities' when compared to my for outstanding siblings. Once one memory leaked through an ocean of memories flooded my mind.
I don't remember much of the week after that, other than being bed ridden and bombarded with head splitting headaches along with the lingering sadness from my early departure from the place that I called home and everyone I was familiar with. I can only recover after i recalled the wish I made.
After my recovery the people with in the castle put me under constant surveillance with a guard and doctor on standby. To me I regained my memories, but to everyone else the youngest prince suddenly become overcome with an unknown sickness.
It took a year to finally convince everyone that I was fine and after that I secluded myself into my private mansion on the estate. Before the king died, my father, he had five mansions created on the royal estate surrounding the official royal palace.
The maids of my estate were few after my 'illness' struck and I only have an butler and a few maids left. A total of five people left in my estate but I didn't mind. The lesser the people the more silence there was.
I tried to distance myself from my siblings, but That didn't stop them though, they are the most stubborn people I have ever met in both lives.
My oldest brother Alfred, is the heir but has already been handling the kingdoms affairs. He visits me less than my other siblings but his work is very important.
My sister, Aerial is a genius and she always have stuff to talk about that is always interesting. She was by my side for that entire week holding my hand.
My second oldest brother, Lichen is pretty socially awkward. When he first visited me, he didn't say a word and just watched me. Honestly, I that he hated me until he stuffed a blue rabbit into my hands and ever since then when he comes by, he shows me magic.
My third oldest brother, Xander is a total meathead. If he isn't talking about how epically he slayed a beast with his trusty sword then he is trying to get me to workout with him.
I don't know how I've survived this long but I guess my journey has just begun.