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  There he was, laying in his pregnant mother’s lap beside his friend Elira. As his father was running around deck giving orders. Everyone had to evacuate…after Molraeth erupted.

  “We coudn’t save grandpa.” “He wouldn’t have even left the store even if we told him.” “Yeah, the bakery is still open during this time. Also my journal was burnt.” “We will get you another at our new place.” “Okay.”

  Kaelith got up.

  “Where are you going?” Elira asked. “To ‘play’ with Louis.”

  “Sit back down.” His mother ordered in an angry tone. “He may be a spoilt brat but you are better than him.” “Calm down mother, I am royalty.” He sat and looked in his mother’s eyes and said with a cold stare, “I always wanted that bastard to feel the consequences of his behaviour. His royal status always protected him from those consequences. But now he is just a random pig. And I am royalty so no consequences for me.”

  And he walked away.

  “Is he always like that?” Elira asked his mother. “No…he isn’t. Something changed. He himself doesn’t notice it but he has changed. Huge problems shall come if he continues behaving like this.” “He already causes huge problems. He might be good with his education but he is a troublemaker.” “I hardly would call that problems. That is just mischief.” She took a pause and said, “I mean actual problems. After all…red runs in his veins.” “Well…he is human and blood is red…Your highness I believe you are not thinking straight.”

  Kaelith’s mother looked at her in a slight shock.

  “Right. I am the queen now.”

  Kaelith walked up to Louis; who was sitting with his mother.

  “Hello, little bastard.” Kaelith said.

  Louis’s forehead wrinkled in anger. His mother covered his mouth.

  “Leave him.” Kaelith ordered. “No your majesty plea-” “I said leave him!” Kaelith ordered.

  His mother removed her hands off him.

  “What were you about to say to me boy?” Kaelith said. “How dare you, call me a ‘little bastard’!? Once we get off, you will be thrown into a cell! My father is dead so now I am the king! All of you! Will be thrown once we dock!”

  Kaelith took and laughed his lungs out. The prince stood in confusion on what was funny.

  “You still believe your royalty?” “Yes…” The prince began getting a little scared. But still stood his ground. “Well let me break it to you. You are not royalty. I am.” “Nonsense! I will increase you sentence.”

  “Tell that to my fucking fist.”

  Kaelith punched Louis, hard. Louis fell on the ground bleeding and crying.

  “I thought it wouldn’t hurt as much because of all the fat you carry.”

  Kaelith let all his anger out on the former prince.

  He punched the Louis over and over, his mother praying and holding his feet to stop.

  He stopped when Louis laid there unconscious.

  He walked away, a face with relief, and eyes hungry for blood.

  Louis’s mother cried as her son laid unconscious. For she had never felt the consequences of her actions.

  Louis woke up. His mother stopped crying.

  "Is it true that we are no longer royalty?"

  The queen's face froze. Not knowing how to answer her son's question. She took a deep breath in tears and said, "yes." In a very faint tone.

  Louis refused to believe it at first. But later realised that what she was telling, was the truth. In one night; the night after his birthday; Louis lost his royalty status. Actions will have consequences.

  Back in the admiral’s cabin; the admiral sat at his desk with a little sadness in his heart. Just then...there was a knock on the door.

  “Come in.”

  Thavron came in.

  “The course to Europe is set. We are heading on the shortest route.” “Good, we will reach their soon I hope.” “Boy tell me one thing. These bastards who still believe in mystical forces…will they help the likes of us?” “Yes, that’s the least they can do considering how much stuff we have traded with them.” “Well, they trade with the Chinese too. What are you going to say that they will help us?” “We have weeks ahead of us Thavron. I will figure out something.”

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  “You better, we don’t have enough supplies to go to other places. Either this or we are dead.” He said in a frustrated tone. “We will be fine.”

  Thavron noticed the liquor bottles on the desk and said,

  “you have been drinking haven’t you? I almost believed that you changed your ruthless ways.”

  And left slamming the door behind him.

  Night hit. The fleet sailed through the cold dark ocean like small shining dots in the darkness of the void.

  Morning hit. The bright sun’s rays radiate on the decks. Seagull’s in the sky, the laughs of the people and the sounds of the running around children. Maybe the nightmares have ended. A new beginning.

  Weeks passed. The women cooked, the men hunted, the children played.

  Weeks later…on that morning. A crew mate looked through his telescope and yelled,“land!”

  Thavron ran to Lord Tharyn and said, “Kal! We have sighted land. We are here!”

  Kal didn’t say anything. He just nodded.

  They docked at Tilbury port.

  The Ashreign lowered its stairs. The King and Thavron got off.

  A dockworker witnessed this and yelled, “Oi! Who are ye and who bade ye tie up here?” Thavron replied back, “We are from the island of Syntar. Our island was destroyed, we seek refuge here.” “Syntar? No, never heard tell of it.” “We trade Emerald and Sapphires with your land.” “Listen old man, I began working here a short while ago. Go through there; you will find Benedict Swan. The man appointed by the Crown to manage Tilbury.”

  Lord Tharyn asked confused, “Swan? Wasn’t it John Winston?” “Poor fellow. Was driven out after his wife was seen brewing potions and scratching mysterious markings.”

  “You wait here Thavron, I will go have a chat.”

  Thavron nodded.

  The dockworker analyzed Thavron. A middle-aged man with a raspy voice, a saber, a pistol, two grenades, and a lighter in his belt. Wore Syntarian navy armor. Greyish hair; an ungroomed face.

  “Ye dress strange. What are ye’re wearing? It meant for armor?” “Silence. before I slit your neck.” “You are not going to do that, old man.”

  Thavron didn’t say anything. He just calmly stared in a cold tone; his eyes did the talking. The dockworker walked away in fear. For he had understood what the eyes said.

  Meanwhile back inside Benedict’s office. Lord Tharyn sat in front of him.

  Benedict Swan was a nice man. Cheeks plump, never skipped a day and was very practical.

  “Who are you and what brings you to this place?” “I am the King of Syntar. Our island has been destroyed; we seek refuge in your land.” “Syntar?”

  He got up from his chair and went to his bookshelf, “Syntar, Syntar. It must be here somwhere…Ah Syntar.” He took a pause and said, “you are the ones who trade Emerald, Sapphire , Opals…and Topaz right?” “Yes, we are the ones.” “Giving refuge…isn’t within my power but I can take you to the palace to meet the crown.”

  He took a pause and said, “you say you are the king. But don’t dress like royalty. Why? Are you humble?” “I was crowned during the voyage here.” “So you were the prince? But you don’t look young.” “I was the admiral of the island of Syntar.”

  “The lord before you was?” “Magnor Thavric. I ordered his killing.”

  Benedict went silent. He slowly took a step backwards.

  “You ordered the killing of the king of your very own nation. Either must be a maniacal criminal, or politically powerful.” He took a deep breath and continued, “you were the admiral. The head of the navy. But being the navy chief isn’t enough to assassinate the king himself. You must’ve had some support from somebody much more powerful.” “I didn’t assassinate him. I ordered his execution…publicly.”

  “I don’t think I want you here. Please leave.” “We mean no harm to you or your nation. Syntar does things completely different from you.” “What is my proof?”

  “All you can do is simply trust me. This would've been much easier if Winston was still here.”

  Benedict just stared.

  “Why would I trust a killer? And I have no reason to help you. Since the destruction of your island, I don’t believe you can continue supplying. Therefore our relationship ends here.”

  The lord took a pause and spoke.

  Both got in the horse carriage.

  “To the Majesty’s manor.” Benedict ordered. “Last time I was on a carriage as such, wasn’t long ago.” “Really, where were you off to?” “The palace, on my homeland.” “Oh, okay.”

  “Who is your majesty?” “Elizabeth I of the Tudor dynasty. Our queen.”

  “How long till the palace?” “If luck’s good, at dusk.” “So where are we going to stay?” “At an Inn. We shall meet her majesty tomorrow morning.”

  At the port a fleet of ships rest; waiting for command.

  “Father has been gone for a while.” Kaelith said to his mother. “Yes…He has.”

  Kaelith stood up and went to Thavron who was sitting on the steps lowered from the Ashreign.

  Kaelith went up to Thavron and asked,

  “Where is my father?” “It has been a while hasn’t it. He will comeback.” “When?” “Maybe tomorrow.” “But-" “Listen kid, we lost our nation, we have to live with these illiterate bastards. That’s a lot to process for me. Now will you go back to your mother because I swear I will slit your throat.” Thavron snapped.

  Kaelith walked back and sat with his mother and Elira.

  “Thavron…was never that rude to me.” “He might be sad because he saw his nation crumble.”

  All slept as night hit. The next morning, lord Tharyn went to the palace.

  He stood in-front of the queen with Benedict beside him.

  “Who is this unknown man you bring before us, Mr. Swan?” The queen asked.

  Benedict bowed.

  “He is the king of Syntar your majesty.” “Syntar? Wasn’t Magnor Thavric the sovereign?”

  “He was.” Lord Tharyn replied. “Until I ordered his killing,”

  The court went silent. Everyone in shock.

  “So you confess to a crime of murder?” “I had no choice.”

  “Guards. Take this man away.” The queen ordered. “Your majesty!” Benedict cried. “This man and his people do not mean any harm to us.”

  The queen raised her hand. The soldiers halted.

  “On what grouds do you protect a confessed killer?”

  Benedict repeated what lord Tharyn said earlier to him.

  The queen got a little shocked. She studied lord Tharyn once again. A man in a coat, with a saber and a pistol in his belt. Face with a cold unflinching gaze.

  “At our pleasure then..” “But if you are going to be in our realm, we shall live not as equals and you will have restraints.” “We are ready to accept anything as long as we are allowed to stay.” “You will not in anyway interfere with the kingdom’s affairs; you will live on the outskirts. By breaching this command, you are breaking the law, and therefore will be punished accordingly.”

  Both walked out of the palace and got on the carriage back to Tilbury.

  A day later they were back.

  Lord Tharyn walked back to Thavron and said, “we have been granted refuge. Conditions are that we have to live on the outskirts, we are not their equals and we shouldn’t interfere with the affairs of their lands.” “Fantastic. We don’t have to deal with those illiterate bastards.”

  “Till we are done building lets live on the ships.” “Okay.” “Men! Move the fleet. Admira- I mean the king’s orders!”

  “And so the new beginning began.”

  TO BE CONTINUED...

  THE END Of Act 1 A seed.