Chapter II

Chapter II

False History Part 2

Revi VI's POV

I heard a knock on my room's door and saw it open. "Argh, Revi. Your room is as messy as always." It was Stellan's voice.

My lethargic self looked at him. I'm confused for a bit. "W-when did you wake up?" There's something in me . . . which I cannot explain. There's a feeling in me that Stellan should be asleep, or maybe I'm just hallucinating. I guess this is the consequence of pouring out my energy yesterday. I played overtime.

I closed my eyes. "Revi, it's almost noon." After hearing his voice, I tried to sleep again. I . . . want to rest. After playing a lot of games with those kids, I ran out of energy.

"Revi, let's play!" Agh, here we go again. I want to refuse, but I don't have the energy. Play alone, Stellan, play alone.

"Revi, let's play, please? This is my last day in this town. After this, I'll go back to the palace." Stellan continues pulling me out of bed.

Stellan is always like this. Ever since we met, after I found him alone in the street, he started insisting me to play with him, at full energy. That didn't make me hate him, actually, I just had few friends, I'm happy to have him as a friend. Thus, hating him makes no sense. He's the grandson of the king after all.

At first, we didn't know that he's a prince. When he told it to us, my father never reacted. The first thing I thought was the neighbors might label us as kidnappers. I never wanted it to happen but I have nothing to do but to agree with my father, he decided to let Stellan live with us in the meantime.

Stellan successfully pulled me out of my bed. I thought of fighting him but I think that's a wrong decision. I might fall down the stairs for another time.

I fixed my hair as my mother came into my sight. "Revi, you had a long dream, eh?" she welcomed me with those words. I nodded, I don’t want to talk. "Your father went to the ministry again. My eyes widened when I heard what my mother said.

Because of what she said, I immediately went out, hoping that Father is still not far away. That old man, tsk, he never bid any goodbyes to me. 

As I walked outside the house, I shifted my gaze to both sides. On my right, I saw my father  walking away. "Father!"He gazed at me. I smiled, I thought he wouldn't look back at me. "I want a chicken for supper!" I raised my hands and waved them in the air. He just smiled and walked again.

My stomach growled so I went inside our house again. I saw Mother smiling at me. I have to avoid her, she might pinch my cheek again. "Revi, your room is messy. Clean your room after you eat, huh?" I forced a smile and picked up the potatoes. Then, I ran out.

I'm too lazy to clean, it’s so exhausting and . . . I hate dust.

Then I just noticed that Stellan was left outside, it didn’t follow me when I went inside to get a potato. I grabbed its hand and ran.

"Revi! Come back here" I heard my mom. I'm sorry, I don't really want to clean up my room. "Argh! I'll tell this to your father!" I just laughed at Mom’s scream. She’s obviously stressed.

They said, I'm the naughtiest but the smartest. I don’t know why they said that. Maybe because I'm only five years old I already know a lot. I can't believe it, I don't even have any talents. I only know a lot because my father is a professor.

Dad always goes to ministry. I don't know why. All I know is, that’s for the dynasty. I would be happy if we could get out of this island, but it seems that it’s not.

"Dion, Fritz, Leones!" I called my friends. I saw them in a corner. That's not our hide-out, we don't have a hide-out. I don’t know why they are in the corner.

While still holding Stellan's hand, we went to where they were. They didn't hear me when I called them so we just went to where they were.

Stellan was quiet, or maybe I need to get used to it. It seems like he is serious in life but when he plays, he might be the happiest person in the world. I just have to understand since he grew up in a palace that is luxurious and alive.

When we got close to our three friends, I noticed that Leones was crying again. Parhaps his father scolded him again or maybe he was bullied. "You're crying again?" I asked.

He raised his head and looked at me. "M-my father shouted at me. He said that I'm a loser. H-he said t-to be like my b-brothers, be useful. I-if not, H-he will make me join the military when I-I’m already 15 years old, "he said.

Nowadays, almost no one wants to join the military because they are afraid to rush out of the island. They are afraid of Madreign. If anyone dared, perhaps they want to raise their standard of living and live in a mansion in the Royals Subdivision.

If I couldn't get out of this island, if Dad couldn't, I would join the military. However, they don’t accept five years old kids. Trainees must be 15 years old or above. I need to wait more years. Maybe I’ll train myself while waiting, that would be a nice move to make.

I sighed. "Once we're already out of this island, you won't be experiencing it again." I looked down. Once we get out of Atolon, no one will experience this again.

Fritz slapped me. "You can't go out of the island, Revi. You are just out of your mind." I gritted my teeth. Even though they are two years older than me, I didn’t give them permission to slap me just like that.

Dion facepalmed. I looked at Stellan, he stayed quiet. "There are a lot of enemies outside, Revi. Madreign won't let us live in peace if ever," Dion spoke. If only Madreign didn’t exist, then maybe we are already free. We have been confined to this island for several years. There was a chance for the others to come out, they were given a chance, but no one came back.

"I know. That's why we need to surpass them. Do you want outsiders to oppress us for another time?" This time, no one answered me. They all stayed silent. "I know they told them stories about the past, deceived other nations, and erased the true events. They created false history and spread it everywhere. Going outside won't be that dangerous if people know nothing about history." I clenched my fist. I tried to reach the sky using my hand. "We will be free. . ."

To be continued . . .