"Trash!" - there could be countless blows of legs after that.
"You are a disappointment, don't tell anyone who your parents are!"
says a man of nearly 40 years, followed by sounds like a punch.
"Mother, help me."- the 7-year-old boy shouts at the woman beside the door. But as soon as he looked up at her face she could see her smile. The boy was left with a girl removed
"Shut the fuck up." - the man had said.
Still hitting him. After the boy lost his unconscious the man who struck him began to walk to the fireplace on the other side of the room. He took an iron that was next to the fireplace and slowly began to put it into the fire in the fireplace. After leaving the iron for 1 minute in the fire the man in black track clothes glued to his well-worked body took the iron and pointed it out to the boy who was still unconscious from the pain.
"Don't you think it's how much, Lugo?" - The woman about 30 years from the door dressed in a dearest swear dress said.
"Anyway it'll die soon, let me have fun." - Lugo said With the extremely hot iron in his hand able to heat the whole room the man began to hit the boy. Cries of despair began to sound, every time the boy was dying the woman on the door came smiling and healed her wounds.
The boy opened his eyes and looked at her mother, unable to move. Only soft words could be heard coming out of his mouth.
"Ma...ma...augh....why?" - The boy said with all his powers. The woman put her hand on his burned face and began stroking it on the open flesh with her velvet gloves.
"My dear, don't call me my mother, says Namiko. I'm no longer your mother." The constant hangover the boy on the open flesh and the drop of blood on his face began to drip from the boy's forehead to the woman's glove
At that moment her eyes turned red with rage and suddenly, and he used the thumbs of both hands starting to press the boy's eyes.
The boy could not move, he felt his head held in the hands of the woman. He began to yowl with despair and pain, and writhed on the hard wooden old floor, shaking his feet. Namiko continued to press on his eyes until she had reached the boy's brain with her long nails, after that she took her nails out and put down her gloves in the fireplace, and went nervously from the room ordering the person outside the room to heal the boy.
That was only one evening. Where his parents' entertainment had been over.
"Tssssss, you're not even strong enough to entertain us, you're a disappointment for me, for Namiko, and Kyo. But that doesn't matter anymore, either way, you'll die soon we can't let you exist you would shame our family's name
" - Lugo had said this as he left disappointed because the boy wasn't able to resist at least for his fun.
Immediately after Lugo had a woman in her maid clothes entered the room to heal the boy. Hiding her smile from her ecstasy.
As she healed the boy.
"Aiko, would you like to help you get out of this house?" saying this with a wry smile she had hidden from it.
At that moment his enlarged boy's beautiful blue eyes began to chant toward the hope of a new life. All his memories since birth were only memories of sadness.
"Yes, can you help me?" Aiko at that time and put all the rest on the servant. She was like a mother in his eyes. She has always taken care of him and treated him as a normal child, not as a prince for torture and death.
Hearing that maid's face turned red because of her ecstasy. Moments later she left the room. Lugo was a little farther from the door talking to someone unable to hear the conversation between Aiko and her.
"Is he completely healed, Eida?" Lugo asked waiting for a response, looking impatient to play with Aiko again.
"Yes, my Lord, I'm going to bring him some clothes now." the servant answered.
"Good"- Lugo said, leaving a long look at the Eida that was going to the castle west.
Moments later Eida returned with a cart about a meter and half perfect for carrying clothes and people.
"Get in."
She laid two layers of plums at the end of the cart so that nothing could be seen. Akio sat on them, and over Eida she put dirty clothes and quilts.
Everything followed Eida's plan. Aiko did a small hole like the eye to see where he was.
With every step, Eida took with every frame Akio's eye saw the memories came over Aiko like a winter storm and Aiko was alone against her, naked without shelter. The faster Eida went, the stronger the storm became throwing Aiko back.
"You're useless."
"You are ashamed of us"
"He is five years old and has not yet awakened the spiritual energy, shame on the noble family."
"Die"
"Trash"
"Have fun with Aiko, shout more"
All this was the wind of the storm of memories he received.
"Alright, Aiko" Eida had said, "get down to this tunnel and hide in a pile of clothes I'll come and collect clothes and you'll quickly get in the cart there I'll take you to the truck that takes the royal clothes for cleaning."
And Aiko did as she said.
While there were two servants, they entered looking for the clothes of Aiko's brother. One of the servants was unable to keep up his concerns and began to discuss a very intense subject in the castle.
"Have you heard the rumors? It is said that the young prince Aiko did not wake up the spiritual powers until the age of five." one of the servants said.
"If the rumors are true the boy is doomed, the family doesn't need such a specimen at the castle," the other servant answered.
"doomed"
"doomed"
"doomed"
"doomed"
"doomed"
"doomed"
This was repeated endlessly in Aiko's head, the storm he faced was even more powerful now. The storm winds were screaming from all sides, scratching his brain.
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
"Show them who is doomed"
"Don't trust them."
All these winds came like a burst of blades. Aiko's world was becoming darker and darker and his light grew smaller.
"No" - Aiko said
"Not everyone is just as bad"- Aiko said. Those words he was going to regret later.
Thinking of Eida the maid who was always treated him and helped him to get rid of this terrible place. Bright, watering eyes and tears could see the light above him. With all his will grabbed that light. His will Eida.
To be continued...