"Prince Timothy!"
Running through the grass field of the magnificent temple of the Royal Family, Chasing the weak and clumsy prince.
The Prince's weak foot bump on a small stone making him stumble to the ground.
"Are you sure that you're the prince?" Teardrops threatening to fall, deep wound in his knee from the crash adding his pain.
"You can't even protect yourself from us!" Sounds of laughter filling his ears.
"We wish you're not the prince!"
"No! We wish you didn't even born, Weak!"
'I hope too'
The kids around him kick him and after few strong kicks, they left him.
Leaving him with a deep wound in his knee and a broken heart from all the hate.
Even though wounded, He still tried to go to the back of the Temple, Where the High walls is placed to separate the rich from the poor.
His Heaven. The place where he is free from all the hate and expectations, where he can express his feelings without anyone judging him.
He do his routine, and that is to seat next to the wall, lean his head to the cold wall, listen to the wind, the swaying brunches of trees, the chirping birds, and his sniffs, cries, and distress.
"I wish I'm not the prince" whispering the high, cold barrier.
"I wish I didn't exist"
"Anyone there?"
Suddenly, he stopped from crying and eyed the wall.
"Mr. Wall did you just talk?" He said with his cracky voice while sniffing and wiping his tears using his fist.
"Hello? Anyone there?!" The voice become louder than the previous one.
With widened eyes he leaned his head to the wall realizing that the voice he is hearing is from the other part of the wall.
"He-hello?"with his clouded eyes, he wait for the reply from the person behind the wall.
"Hi?" A sweet, lovable voice answered his question making him jump in fear.
One of the things that you can describe Prince Timothy Abect Lanio is his fear of girls.
I'm with a kid like me... Wow.
Wait, she a kid like right ?
