《Abandon all hope by Darkmatter》Prologue 1 The betrayal
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"Wake up, little prince Aleg", softly said his maid, waking up the 8 year old prince.
His short black hair and azure green eyes combined with a bewitching smile, promised him a good future of being eye candy to the opposite gender. "It is time for breakfast", she repeated in a softly tone. Aleg finally woke up and got himself ready with the help of his maid. Wearing a black shirt and black shorts, he looked awefully like a small panther cat walking on 2 legs. Simply said, he looked too cute.
Walking down the alley on a red carpet with golden lions on it, he finally reached the Dining Hall Room. His older brother Arnold and his younger brother Meron, as well as his parents, were already seated and waiting for him. The King, his father runtled "Why the hell is it taking you so long every single time? Anyways let us commence our breakfast, I have important matters to do."
Once they finished breakfast, the 3 brothers left together to their sword fighting class. On the way there, his elder brother Arnold kept hitting Aleg in the back and made him trip over twice."Watch out where you walk, you small dirty maggot!", snorted Arnold out with a disdainful voice. Meron ignored both, as he knew, all about the relationship between those two. Arnold was 2 years older than the second prince, but his jealousy about his brother's looks made him bully him every single day, when they were alone. Even though Meron was only 6 years old and the other 2 respectively 8 and 10, he made up a cunning plane to take the throne for himself, once they get older. "Arnold is too busy focusing on bullying Aleg and make him submit to him. Hehehe, once Arnold mentally cripples him, I will poison Arnold and get the throne for myself. What a plan! One dead, the other a mental wrack and the third, the King!" He thought to himself and letting out a devilish grin.
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Ten years had passed and Aleg turned out in a beautiful 18 year old man. If it wouldnt have been for his mental condition the females would be fawning all over him. The constant bullying of his older brother Arnold, turned him into a frail sheep, even though his body was toned with muscles. He saw Arnold approaching and immidiatelly looked on the ground staring at the golden lion, which was the symbol for being brave. "Have you touched another maid, my dear younger brother, I feel like raping more, hehe.", asked him Arnold in a mocking voice. No response was heard from Aleg. Every time he touched a woman his brother Arnold would rape them. He could not let it be to instill fear into him through violence, he had to take it to another level to punish him and the people, who would get close to Aleg. Aleg's mind was in shambles, not only did he receive punches for nothing, but his sheer presence even punished the people around him.
"Those two are at it again. As it looks like his mental health has been damaged beyond repair, nobody will have that thing as a King." Thought Meron to himself as he quietly observed the scene while walking by.
2 days later a sudden illness has struck their King the father. The healers couldnt recognize the Disease and deemed it to be fatal. The King called out to his sons to come up and meet them on his deathbed. While he waited for them to come, he started pondering"Arnold, my eldest son, he is the crown prince and thus the most likely successor, but I heard an intriguing story from a maid that he raped her, just because she touched Aleg. What nonsense! I know Arnold has been bullying him a few times, but if he can not withstand one or two punches, then he is not deemed to be of royal blood. Aleg should have held his head high instead of turning his head down like a mere slave. Meron is too young, to lead the Slavon Kingdom, but I love him the most. Oohh, my youngest and dearest son, I wish I could live until the day of your wedding. You will always be papa's dearest treasure." The doors suddenly opened and the 3 princes walked in. "Welcome my dear sons, unfortunately your father wont live to the day of your weddings, but that is how life is. Some die at the tender age of 18 some in their middle age, because of an uncurable illness and some of old age." He rumbled with a husky voice and continued,"You are wondering who will inherit the throne, as for me, it is obvious. Please come to me Arnold and hold my hand. You my son shall reign over the lands of the Slavon Kingdom. I hope you will do well just as I did. My other sons I love you both and my heritance for you is a castle each at the border with some lands."
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Arnold thought to himself "Finally, that old fart is handing me his scepter!" Aleg was saddened to hear that his father would die and hoped for a miracle to happen, because he knew once he passed away, there is no chance he would live a day under the command of the new King Arnold. Meron was the calmest out of those 3, while Arnold had a grin on his face and Aleg was just making a sad expression, he schemed calmly with a poker face on how to set his plan in motion.
They exited the King's chamber with wishing their father the best of his health.
Meron quietly cursed inside of himself while walking back to his room "Why does that old geezer have to die now?! Guess I will have to poison Arnold tomorrow during breakfast... luckily i bought the poison a week ago."
He set his plan in motion and poisoned the tea early that morning, that only his brother Arnold drank. It was breakfast time and the whole royal family was gathered including the King. "I have good news", started the king talking " Somehow in the night I had a dream about a mysterious being, which cured me. Today when i woke up i felt refreshed and full with new energy." Aleg smiled across his face and thanking God for hearing his prayers and granting them. Suddenly Arnold started choking and white bubbly saliva came out of his mouth. The King was shocked to see his eldest son, the next King, being poisoned and shouted for the healers and Guards :" Healers help my son Arnold! And arrest Aleg!!!! I knew you had a wicked mind Aleg, but I didnt think it was damaged this much! Just because Arnold beat you a few times, you think you can poison him and get the crown for yourself????", the King shouted angrily and ordered " You are being publicly executed tomorrow for high treason!"
Aleg's face was twisted by shock, disbelief and he screamed to his father:" I didnt do it my dear father, pleeeassse!!", while the guards dragged him away.
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