Savior Of The Fallen Crown

- Malik [Location: The Imperial Kingdom Island of Millennium] (23 Years Before) In a divided world such as ours, you are either born a shadow who stands behind those that shine, or a light who shines brightly in front of those who stay hidden. This world is driven by its hierarchy; power established as the jurisdiction of ones fate. Two worlds living separately from one another as they pass by often yet don't meet. Like star crossed lovers their fate is sealed; and paths are paralleled yet doors remain left unopened. This world I was welcomed to, prepared nothing but hints of chaos, vengeance, merciless ploys and a sadness that couldn't be fixed with the help of money. A man filled with greed, who you could also call "my father"; stood in a position of power that would only bring forth pain and suffering to others. Even a dreadful thing such as death was brought forth by his hands; which could be viewed as unclean by the many eyes that laid upon them. My mother’s last breath followed with tears in her eyes. The once beautifully full of life irises screaming for that pain caused by betrayal to come to an end. And in the end her wish would be fulfilled, but only because she had taken it upon herself to make it happen. After all she had done nothing wrong but love a man with all her heart; who in return discarded that love for someone new. That avaricious heart of his; beating rapidly in content as his lips were warmed by another women. While at the same time his wife listened in; her heart stirring in chaos, her ears bleeding, and eyes screaming red. A precious thing such as life, ending with the bold color as the last thing she saw before joining the angels in heaven up above. She passes peacefully thinking of her son, whom she regrets to leave. Knowing that her “husband”, would be the type of man to cast her away from their beloved child in an attempt to start a new life with his mistress. At the time there was rumor spreading through the thin castle walls. The King was planning to send his queen on a long vacation. And behind those rumors was a darkened truth, as the King himself had been bewitched by another. His selfishness caused the suffering of a woman who loved him so, and she could do nothing but watch everything be taken away from her in the blink of an eye. I learned of these tales from the mothers of our castle. They were a few elder ladies who raised me up to be a kind boy filled with knowledge and morals. They held no secrets from me, and I grew fond of their care; as the neglect from my father gave me nothing but reasons to believe in their words. After all I watched as that shameless old crone faked a smile daily, hearing the word "mother" forcibly leave my lips. I watched as she paced in confidence around the castle halls; knowingly traumatizing the place with her calculating eyes. Warningly telling me that I'd be rid of easily as she took a higher place within my father's heart. Victoria knew she drew a wedge between the royal family, and could only keep her head up with a sense of content each day, because of this "achievement". Living through this, I grew to loath her, but would often have to face her without the strength to revolt. After all as my father had stated, "she is apart of the family", and I as the king's son held an obligation to treat her well. Though I never saw my father as he was a busy king, involuntarily I’d see Victoria throughout the day. Most occurred when she'd commit evil acts of defamation or if she needed me to entertain her guests who she brought over often. Often times if Victoria was to forget my fathers orders or spend more than she was given permission too; she’d push the blame onto my kind old mothers. In return I’d get angry and once sought to speak ill of her in front of my father, but he would not have it. Instead; a few of those I held dear received back lashings that would scar for many days. I could do nothing but hold my tongue, for if she were to ever lay the blame among them again the situation would grow into unnecessary proportions. That fact pained me and it was in those moments I grew to loath my father as well. For King Anton Randel Berkshire, was an indeed fearsome king, yet in his son's eyes would only be known as a man that worshipped one woman far to greatly. In this regard he'd be pitied by that same son who knew his kingdom would come crashing down by his own selfishness. Of course if that didn't happen, he would make it do so by his own hands, and watch as both of them crumble before him. -Amethyst [Location: The Excretus Kingdom of Kashmere Ruer] Life in the village was a peaceful one, though I often struggled to make ends meet. My parents passed long ago from a ship wreck as two out of the few victims to lose their lives that day. They were on their way to my Aunt Melissa Gold Alexander and Uncle Carson Hilton Alexander's house, who lived on the opposite side of our Island "Alter Pauper". Such a short ship ride evidently cutting two innocent lives short as well, leaving me parentless in a world I grew to hate and love. The little island was known well for being the poverty circle of The Kingdom of Kashmere Ruer. It was connected yet separated by a class society. The closer people were to the main district, the greater economic status they would have, and I was fortunate enough to have an uncle who ran a bakery just outside the border of the kingdom. It made me far well off than others who lived in the same town with me. When my parents passed away. my aunt and uncle came to live with me because it was cheaper. Yet my uncle still kept his small job on the far side of the island. The bakery had limited amount of business but it was doing well for its location, and I'd often go and help whenever I could. I loved the feeling and sense of familiarity it gave me, and always considered it a happy time for me even though business was tough. My lovely mother's baking skills are still vividly fresh in my mind. Uncle constantly telling me how amazing she was at it, and that everyone loved the baked goods that she made. In that sense it inspired me and I grew to love the feeling alongside her. Fiercely I lived through my mothers legacy in the way I believed I could do so. Eventually when I grew older my aunt and uncle had themselves a baby. I couldn't have been happier for them seeing my cute little cousin, as she was a sweet girl who lived for her parents attention. Though I couldn't help but feel envious of her as well, and at times would feel a grip to my heart at the thought of my own parents. Regardless I treated her as my own little sister, but as time passed my aunt and uncle wished better for their child, and in the end they decided that it was finally time to move on from our humble times together. I didn't want to be an extra load for them to handle when they made their decision, and instead of going with them; promised to run the little bakery my uncle left behind. They agreed and left with tears in their eyes, on to do better things in the hopeful Kingdom of Millennium. I could only wish them well and send prayers for their safe journey and arrival. Now I live my peaceful life alone, and do my best to handle all struggles optimistically. I write to my family back in the Kingdom of Millennium and work hard every day to my best ability. I sing soft tunes through the cold and sensitive winters, while wiping the sweat off my for-head with a smile; as I look at the bright summer sun. I push through life and do what I can to survive, as life moves on with each passing second.