My breath was heavy, why would they push a twelve year old so hard? I had just been released of my Royal status, now I was fighting for my people's lives against my own will. At this point I was already covered in deep bruises and cuts, and why not add even more! I was the eldest of the set I was born in. A set of three, Jason, Carson and me, together we had a small sister named Meave. Unfortunately, in the process of being demoted, I lost my family. The ones I love. They had banished my parents and my siblings to the outskirts of the kingdom, and with my brothers being part of a hole, we were in for one hell of a fight, we were not to be seperated.
I heard a whip peirce the air and crack beside me, pulling me back to my senses, I let out a small squeak. I suddenly moved away from the whip and smirked at the guards. I'm guessing that was the wrong thing to do, as I now heard yelling. My temper had been short since I was a little boy, and to me these whips weren't much to be afraid of. However, I was using every moment as a time to plot my adventure to taking my family to a safe place, but for this, I must smile my way out of the gates of this horrid place.
My name is Carter Thunder Rain, aged seventeen. A prince that seemed like a commoner, attempting to take all of my people and family out of this hell, the hell that they feared, with their own stories of pain, healing, and fear. Yet, mine has a bit of love.
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Carters story
Non-Fictionthis is basicaly part 2 of dwings story but in his boyfriend point of veiw . the beginning has a lil gore in it. so here i go. carter frome age 12 was riped frome evrything and whas seprated form his sibling and parinets. it would be many years bef...
