The Prince and The Traveler

Chapter 1

A young blonde male was traveling around to unknown islands and kingdoms, gathering spices, herbs, and gifts for his family back home. He was excited to find something for his twin brother, Kevin, something to bring a little life back after losing their third twin sister to a weak heart condition that they all shared together. They were all grieving  and Dakkota hadn't been home in a day or two, looking for things to cheer them up, and he so happened to stop at a unknown old enemy kingdom, one his family were at war with for years. Dakkota pauses by a lovely sword shop, humming to himself as he spots the perfect sword for his brother, but just as he reaches for it, he feels a sharp pain in his head and the world around him goes black.

When the blonde male finally came too, he's in a throne room being held on his knees by two guards whos armor bore the mark of the kingdom Dakkota has seen in books. Shaking his head, he looked around and met the unkind eyes of what he could only believe to be the king.

"Are you a follower or are you one of the Fairytales?" The king glared at the young boy.

Dakkota felt a sharp pain of fear jolt down his spine as he shifted on his knees to cover the fairytales tattoo that was on his arm, refusing to speak he looked around him, trying to hide his shaking as he took in a shaky breath.

The king taped the arm of the chair with his fingers impatiently, an evil glare forming as he spoke with a voice that dripped venom. "You better speak or I'll find out myself, boy." He let his words drip with a growl.

"Wh...what does it m-matter? I've done n-nothing wrong." He hated his stutter. He hated being in this room. He hated the evil look in the mans eyes, who sat oh so threateningly in the dark red throne chair.

"Honestly, it doesn't matter either way, I just want you dead." A crooked smile began to play on the mans lips as he purred out. "The only difference is how soon it will happen."

The young blonde felt the fear turn to ice in his bones, his eyes betraying him as they filled with terror, trying his hardest to put distance between himself and the sadistic man sitting in the throne chair. "Why?! I've done nothing to you or to your kingdom! I don't even know who you are!" He tried hard to rake his memories, searching for this mans name, what he had done, something  to figure out what he was talking about.

The king laughed, the sound caused Dakkota to look away, "You're kidding, right?" He chuckles lowly once again. "You're part of the bastards that killed my wife and my two sons. Then my daughter later, along with five of her children. So I would love to make you suffer far worse than they experienced."

"I don't know what you're talking about! I've done none of that!" To be honest, the blonde had no idea what the king was talking about, sure he read it in books, but why was the blame being put on him? He was only 18.. This war happened before he was born, so why punish him? Why someone who wasn't around or thought of? "You can't blame me for a crime I didn't commit... You can't even keep me here when I've done nothing wrong.." He struggled to stand up, not wanting to listen to this anymore.

The guards that were holding him, pulling his arms back as one of them dug their elbow into his shoulder blade, causing him to drop to one knee with a pained hiss.

"Oh, yes, I can~" He stands up and walks towards the boy, until he stood in front of him, looking down at him with the same evil look that never left his eyes since he spotted Dakkota. "All I need is a confession and that... I can easily get it out of you." His face twisting into that crooked smile he wore not that long ago.

Dakkota shook with fear, his voice growing quiet as the sadistic man came closer to him. "I-I've done nothing t-to confess too. You'll b-be lying." He was unable to meet the mans eyes, wanting nothing more that to disappear, anything to not be in this room, this kingdom, or this island.

With a wicked grin, he grabbed Dakkotas head, chains from his wrist wrapping around the poor boy. "Confess. Now." His grin only growing more when the poor blonde is forced to confess he was a fairytale and the crimes his ancestors had done years ago. "You just proved me right~. Though... I wonder.. Is there more of your friends hiding?" He released him, wiping his hand on the guard with disgust, keeping his control over Dakkota.

Dakkota's head dropped after the man let him go, letting his eyes fall shut as the chains continue to have their hold on him, tears beginning to form in his eyes now. "There's no more of us hiding here... But in other places, there is. It's just me here. I only wanted to explore..." He cringed when a whimper escaped him, whispering "Let me go...Please..." The voices now screaming at him not to beg and to keep his mouth shut, unable to listen to them nor take his medication to silence them.

"Where and how many? I want names and faces."

"Our home. Only three left besides myself. K-Kevin....RD...and His w-wife...Starla, now that she gained his last name." He shot his head up, eyes locking with the kings. "Stop it!! Please!! I'm begging you...Knock it off."

The king met his gaze, unfazed. "What island." Venom dripped from his words again, demandingly.

The blonde shakes his head, violently trying to move away from the guards holding him. "No! No! No! I'm not gonna say it!!" He was trying desperately not to give anymore information away.

The guards struggled a bit to hold him still, one of them elbowing him in his nose, causing blood to stream down his face and soak his shirt.

"Fine. I'll just go through your memories." His lips forming that wicked smile once again. "or you could just tell me."

Dakkota spat out a clot of blood, gasping a bit from pain. "The island doesn't have a name!!!" He glared at the king, tears staining his face now and mixing with the blood from his nose. "You got what you wanted. Let me go."

"You know, I really don't like that answer. Nor your attitude. Memories it is~" The man grabbed Dakkota by his hair, making sure he had contact with his skin. "Well, well, well, look at that. There's more than you said there was~."

"You asked for Fairytale...I gave you the names of them. You never asked for the ones who were adopted in. Who don't share our last name..." He yanked his head away, wincing as his hair was ripped from the King's hand.

"That's true." He hated this young boys tone right now. "Now I have things to get ready and plans to make." He turns to the guards, waving his hand dismissively. "Give him to my grandson as a pet. I know he killed the last two I gave him." He glared at the blonde, only now spotting the white and gold cane. He narrowed his eyes and forced the boy to hand it over.

Dakkota spat out more blood, wanting to wipe the blood from his already bruising nose. "I'm not a pet. I'm a human being. I gave you want you wanted, just let me go already." He kept his eyes to the floor before snapping his head up once his cane is taken from him. "No! No! Give it back! That's mine! I need it!" Going against the voices again, he begs, fighting against the guards. "Please! I need it. Give it back!"

The man makes a face of disgust as he moves the cane out of reach. "You don't need it for walking so I don't care." He walks away, spinning the cane in his hands, leaving the throne room.

"It's not for walking!' He shouts at the departing man. Dakkota tries once more to struggle away, only to be hit again in his nose and lifted in the air, being dragged to the Princes room.

The guard to held him, threw him to the floor once they enter a young raven haired males room. "The king said to give you this Fairytale as a pet. Do with it as you like." With that, the guards leave the room without a response.