00 - Crown Prince

It was a snowy day.

The Crown Prince is seen in tears. This is because his best friend, Ambroz traveled to the Vampire Fighting Academy. He was home schooled throughout the 17th century, in which he was born. This made his friends limited.

“I’m the only one left now…”

Those were the words Prince Javier trailed out.

Tears gushed from his eyes, streaming his face, as he walked far off to the mountains. No one gave a damn what happened to him anyway…

They hated the Dark Prince… They hated him so much…

They abhorred the calamity he uncontrollably let out since birth.

“I have no one anymore. Mummy is gone… Mr. Blue is dead.” he said, referring to his cat. “Ambroz isn’t here, either…”

Furiously, he threw a bolt of his darkness at a distance. It erupted, destroying half of the valley below him. Calamity and destruction contained his dark eyes. They pooled in catastrophe. Most times, he couldn’t control this. No one was familiar with his unique ability. Thus, he not for once, had a Master to train him.

“Why?!” he yelled, looking up to the skies.

He knew his mum who was said to be a god, came from there. However, she never came back since she left that day… He hated it so much, that she left him. “…When are you coming?”

He asked her, but got no reply.

By now, his sandals were tattered and dirty due to the force of the destructive wind. He kept going though…

Even when his cloak flew over his chest, swooning in the desperate breeze. His dark hair was covered in snow, vampiric pale skin, was in its coldest form. His body seemed like it was losing it, but he didn’t stop.