Have you ever fall into a dream, like it was yours? Feeling the upcoming breeze brushing against your nose, your skin, breathing in the air as you close your eyes feeling grateful to be ever born.
When it rain, the sound of those water driplet drenching your body as you stepped outside the roof to play in the mud, having fun as if you won't see the next day?
Have you ever dream? You lived once, died. Thibking everything is over, but when you opened your eyes, and you are still a child.
Have your ever dreamt of something, someone and you cried because of it, but you knew it was a hallucination from your brain.
I asked myself what if those are the memories of what we are, before dying and become a completely new person. New identity.
The moment I understood what mother and father is, what are they to me, I love my parents and my life. Whatever they gave me, I treasure it as my life depends on it.
My father often giving me something I trust I don't understand deserve any of it, as a son who wants to make him proud, happy I said "I cherish It until my last breath father" then he will give me a warm hug and kiss me on my forehead. I like his smiles.
Not to forget, I favor my bed, sleeping on a comfortable silk feathery bed is a luxury, because it made me recall my mother. Her scents, her gentle touch patting me while I falling asleep in her arm, the first woman I swear to protect.
Even from my father, I would kill for my mother.
Some good toy I once saw in one of my dreams, there was a tiny thing, I saw a group of people putting their hand on it, questions asked one by one. I assumed it was one of torture like what my father did to people that hated him.
I played it once, a blurry face asked me whether I fear my father, I said yes, I felt nothing that I think the reaction of my friends in the dream were overated.
"do you hate your parents?" bluffing I said yes. The pain wasn't that bad, But it what makes me woke up from my sleep.
When I reached the age of 9,I began to lose my father's affection. He always occupied with his job as the most important figure in this country.
My home is the fortress to this country when I said to him, that this fortress soon will wrecked by unimaginable forces that even his armies wouldn't stand a chance for their second defense.
Those aren't a fantasy father, those aren't imagination either. I saw it multple times, countless deaths with differrent ending, stop calling me attention seeker.
The only one that attended me was my mother, the heart if this country. "what you saw, is what you seek, but truths are altered with lies, what you dreamt of might be false or true, but I trust you"
I believed my father would let go of me, but the way he stared at my mother, he wouldn't abandoned my mother.
When I celebrated my 10th year old birthday, My mother loses he happiness. Her smile isn't genuine as before, I knew she was trouble and the one who should be with my mother wasn't there, the man that put the ring on my mother's finger swore to love her were absent.
Something was wrong, something isn't quite right. It was my mother whose rejected my father, saying she's not in her right stage. Why is she like that? As if she is not Thalia.
Day by day, I missed my mother but when I entered her bed chamber, seeing her sitting on the couch towards the balcony, her neck would turned to the door, as if she knew I would be there. Her smiled and those charcoal eyes brings shivers to my spine.
"I saw you died" I told her.
That woman frowned, pulling me into her arms, hugging me while trembling. She was ice cold although the room was heated by fireplace.
"Is my sister born?" Maybe she was tired from her labor, but I asked her that because that time her gaze was scary.
A secret held between mother and me was, I had a sister and nobody knows that. It was a surprise she said. I felt special due to it.
From time to time, that crumble fortress my father out all of his effort to mantain crushes for months within my memories.
Every person would ran in a panic state towards the gate even knowing they cannot lift up those fallen walls shielding the gate.
I was there, petrified and couldn't speak as something was coming to me. A child was trying to kill me. Instead, she shoved something into my throat.
"whatever happened, do not hate your father, He is a good man, when I am not there, find him. If he shove you away, stick to him." My pouted mouth demanded a reason.
"He needs you, as he needs me my prince" I didn't agree to her because I don't need my father. He needs me to carry on his bloodline.
"promise, never be one of those few people in the court, you betray him, if you are, then you are betraying my trust" How would she expect for a 10 year old to remember that day? Thus what she said? Even so, I never intended to promise her anything.
I was glad I didn't pinky promised my mother. Exactly 2 weeks afterwards, the palace was raid by a clan of beast and slaughter half of innocents people along with my mother.
And my father blamed his son for being a survivor instead instead of his lover. He said, he would make another son if I die, Crown could be passes on the next child.
When I cried, he turned his back on me and tell me how dissappointed of him of me as I couldn't save my mother as a man.
"and you weren't there when my mother needs you"
He came to me in a dashed and hit my face.
"Bastard!" those hand that used to embrace me, are now being use to slap me left and right as I grit my teeth. And yet I did not close my eyes, to remember the raging expression he had, and I will remember it until I die.
I was stunned, It wasn't a dream, if it was, I won't be bleeding, it's not going to hurt like this.
As my head facing the ground, tears dropped on my palm. There were no sound of crying, I shut my mouth and panting for air. I tried to stop it, but disappointments I received couldn't handle it.
"how dare you speak to me like that you insolent child! I wish you were dead!" those were made me gasped through my open.
My teary eyed look up to my father, as my lips trembled, he slapped me again to stop me from speaking.
His world became silence. The only thing he could now was his own heartbeat. Like a child loses his toys, my father shouting towards the sky wailing in front of my mother's tomb. He did that so I could not enter it. He said I didn't worth it.
Before he was a king, he was a general that murder soldiers and knights on the battlefield, right now that general I coming for my neck.
Flashes of memories I came running to my father, and he likes it, would be like it if I let him strangle me? My mother wouldn't rise from the death even if you cut my head.
As I was crawling to escape, I gave up. "you shouldn't have been born, you are my failure! My wife would still be here" My father stepped on my body and strangle me.
"you kill my wife! Ungrateful bastard, you are not my son," his father was an odd man, he loved what he wish, he loved my mother but not her heart, he is obsessed of my mother and what she's capable of.
I knew he wouldn't kill me, when I smiled I look a lot like my mother, I inherited almost her genes in my body, the only gene from my father was the colour of his eyes and his useless dimple.
That's all.
"mom.." I look at my mother's tomb.
"shut the hell up, this god damn mouth of yours is the reason she died" I punched his shoulder as I was losing my breath. I want to die, but not like this, not by his hand, I need to tell him the truth before I forget.
I lose my vision. My hand fell letting the fate settled itself. I did not do it, I told you mother is going to die, and I know who murder her. And yet, you didn't want to hear me childish talk father.
"Lukas what the hell are you doing!" His cousin and the most person he close to rushed to grieving chamber. No hesitation, Marcus De Willow stopped on the King's face causing him to fly on the open ground. That man coughed.
"Eli! Eli" Marcus ignored Lukas and went for his nephew checking on his pulse. His pupils shake, no one could decipher on what in his mind, if he kill the king for killing his nephew, would be commit a treason?
Marcus would let Lukas win in no matter what he will do, after he let go of Thalia for this dumb cousin of his. Marcus perform a cpr on the crown prince.
"The fuck are you doing? Let him die! Let that bastard die!" The kick hit his last injury during the war and it began to bleed, he's unable to get up.
"bastard? This is your son! The future king of this country!" Marcus face was red, he still do what he needs to do,luckily the prince started to breath again. The boy look at him full of hope.
Clicking his tongue, he carried Eliot get him out of there. "Marcus don't!" Lukas screamed.
"as a king, the ruler of Wisteria Palace I command you to stop. Dare to step out within my reach, I will sentence you to death" Marcus stop. He let go of the crown prince, laying him on the exit.
"yeah, let that beast bastard over there, His life ends today" he laughed like a mad king. However, Marcus punched him on the stomach, and when he fell on his knees, he hijacked his jaws.
"bastard?"
"beast?" Marcus stepped on the whimpering king.
"what are you? A narcissist horny little boy whose taking his time fucking a beast knowing the beast was mine" Thalia was suppossed to be his duchess. Until the king wishes for her hand in marriage.
"you promised to protect my woman, protect what's hers, I gave her to you, I gave you my crown, and here you want to execute me for taking what supposed to be mine?" according to Wisterian tradition among royal family, those who manage to kill the present ruler will crown the next ruler of Wisteria Palace, none issued this as they believed if the king dies, it's his weakness and his fault for not taking care of his throne. Same goes to the next successor.
"If I kill you right now, the crown is mine. Though it originally belongs to me to begin with. Shall I kill you like I did to your father?" Lukas begged Marcus to assasinate the former king and disguises it as his effort because his father was a tyrant man.
Marcus agreed to it under one condition, Lukas couldn't intervene what he will do in the future. And to add he wanted to sentenced him to death, is a breach of agreement.
"you dare to execute me brother?" he kneeled and look Marcus in the eyes. "Look me in the eyes, and tell me one more time," he dared the king.
"he kill my wife. He killed your woman, he deserve to die" he stopped calling the prince as illegitimate son, and chance the topic of conversation.
"he says he saw his mother die, this palace will doom, he's a part of the enemy, he gouge his mother's heart to kill her!" Marcus respond with silence. He is clearly in a bad mood.
"and you ignored him?" Marcus stand up and walked to Eliot. Lukas was happy to think Marcus would sided wtih him.
"no one could kill a beast people, and Thalia was the princess, only her own people could ripped her apart" Marcus approached sleeping Eliot, carried him comfortably,
"Didn't you know, the moment she left her clan, a beast who married a human, their power will be striped away from them, which makes" Marcus glared at Lukas for not knowing this, he was with Thalia the moment she loses her power and loses her spiritual power, any attack would harm her as she became a mortal.
"shame on you." Lukas had a hard time to believes what his cousin said. A man who manipulated his father to get him the throne, is a sly man.
He thought being a king would makes Marcus bowed to him and be one of his dogs, he was wrong. Marcus is the king, and he is his puppet.
"I'm sure Eliot isn't my son, he is a bastard. That man bastard! He won't get the crown I swear!" he let rumor into his mind. He let go it it before when people says, the crown prince doesn't resemble him at all. He isn't good in swordmanship as Lukas himself, but he is good in witchcraft and being taught magic by his uncle Duke Marcus.
Thalia was pregnat soon after their wedding, no wonder Marcus always asked for Eliot when he's in the palace.
"I will make sure the crown is for my bloodline, or I will kill you myself" From that day onwards, Marcus left the palace leaving Eliot behind who knows why.
Though he will visit the crown prince whose now entitled as one of the servant in the palace.
The crown prince who was once beloved by people is now forgotten, even by his own crown.