Children?
Faestien woke up feeling incredulous. He is not a child. He has long grown up.....
Grown up?
Why would he grow up? He is merely.....
A child.
Yes.
When he opened his eyes and looked at his soft tiny hands, only the size of an apple when he clenches his fist, he had realized how young he truly was. That momentary glimpse of feeling like an adult disappeared like a tiny spark that died as soon as it came. He can feel and think like an eight-year-old child.
A little prince.
But prince of what kingdom? Who are his parents? And what is this....
Large ugly bug in front of him? How dare it appears before his presence?
