"what is your name", asked by a man with thin frame and dark eyes. His eyes was so dark that it blended with the darkness around me, as for me I was in a chair, a chair with several tables in front of me. I wasn't afraid particularly but was curious that where I was, I remembered being lost but then a man with the tall and slim frame had charged blindly at me and then there I was sitting on a chair facing the same man who attacked me.
"My name is Arthur", I simply replied.
"Arthur, son of mighty Voramir, I have been looking for you".
Why was he looking for me, I thought, and why was I being treated like some commoner. I was a child born out of love and not by accident, so why didn't father came for me, to save me, to punish this evil guy, all these thoughts were overlapping with each other as the man in front of me smiled. His smile was eerie yet charming but he clearly meant harm, A harm that would effect family name especially my father who was burdened by the gods.
I was only twelve, I think and this man was looking for something that cannot be achieved usually meaning that he picked the weakest member of our family, well at that time anyway.
The man who had kidnapped me drew a sword towards my neck, the sword was strangely shaped and had golden hilt, if I remember correctly.
The sword was glowing with particles, it was red and shinning bright, so bright that it literally lighted up the entire room which was engulfed in darkness.
"Voramir might come and save you"
"I doubt it", I said without any emotion.
The eyes of that monster who had kidnapped turned from fierce to almost sympathetic but I didn't like that.
"Why was that low life giving "me" the prince of indravelora his sympathies".
"I don't like it when people look at me with sympathy, it makes me want to barf".
"I am Arthur, the most richest prince in all seven families, so it was common that monsters and lowly scums would only go after me".
But it would genuinely shatter my honour, if king Voramir, My father doesn't come to my rescue. He had several other childrens after all.
This doubt had me all messed up and I blurted that exact thing which was running through my head.
"I doubt that father would come".
The monster was stunned at first but he concealed his expressions pretty well after few seconds.
"If your father doesn't come then I afraid I would have to set you as an example"
I knew that he was going to kill me but why was I not feeling afraid?
Was it because I knew that father would come or was it because I was so confident that this low life scum wouldn't kill me as he values money ever so dearly?
Whatever it was, one thing was certain in my eyes that I would kill him with my own hands.
I had this blood lust fill my eyes and it made me excited,
And it was at this moment I realised, that it wasn't that father would come or that scum wouldn't kill me made me feel relaxed.
It was the bloodlust that filled me up with excitement and thrill, that I would kill this man infront of me with my very own hands.
It made me feel excited!
Made me feel alive.
Made me feel calm.
I started praying to God that even if father do comes in, I hope he lets me kill that bastard.
This was the first time I prayed to God.
Ever since my birth, there was nothing that excited me.
Everything was boring and I just had a fake smile on family feasts and during public meets where I smiled not because I wanted it but I wanted to make my father happy.
Clearly that didn't work as my father saw through me, apparently he was also the same.
I clearly saw disappointment in his face as he said to me during one of our family feasts "I thought you would be different but you are indeed my blood".
He wanted me to be different from him perhaps he hated his younger self and vented all his frustrations on me as it triggered some very bad memories for him.
Whatever it was ,I knew that all my efforts have been waste. Smiling, pretending, training, I did it all to impress him but in the end it was all in vain.
Even mother was busy in entertaining her other child "Sophie" who was three years younger.
Nobody acknowledged me, my father, mother all of them had their backs turn on me because in their eyes I was this special gift of gods when I had just been born but seeing me grow, their expectations grew low of me each passing day, a bit by bit, I couldn't handle the expectations they had put on me but I still tried, I tried to become better, I strived to fought and become stronger, I cried day and night just to smile In Front of everyone but in the end, all it took was one line that shattered everything, "I thought you would be different but you are indeed my blood".
How easy was it to say this one line but my father didn't knew that how this line would shatter everything, My half brothers and sisters who acknowledged me first now were laughing at me, calling me a fake prince behind my back, saying things like "he is a fake prince", "wasn't he supposed to be a prodigy", "and here I thought he was going to surpass father", "looks like he was nothing after all", I heard these things behind my back all day and night. It made me feel low of myself even the people who were of low stature started to make fun of me, everyone thought of me as a harmless kid who was nothing at all.
Only shayne was friendly with me.
My life felt like a lump stuck in a throat.
I wanted to run away but I couldn't, instead I started to make myself into an arrogant prince who was cruel exactly like my father.
And I didn't knew when acting had turn into real, and before I knew it I was filled with blood lust whoever made fun of me and tried to hurt me.
This wasn't acting, I felt that genuinely and for the first time In my life I felt excited about something, maybe this was my identity all along, maybe this was something I was good at. Killing people mercilessly and making them pay for making fun of me.
"Arghhhh, it was such a good feeling".
And I had a thought, leave the throne to shayne who was kind to me and I would do all his or father's dirty work even if I had to kill my mother or sister.
...
The scum who had kidnapped me looked me in the eye for few seconds.
"Praying to God is as useless as you are to your father".
I was tied in chains from my foot to my hands but all I could think of was, how I would tear his tongue and rip apart his face while I laugh seeing him writhed in pain all day long.
"The only god you should pray to is yourself".