Uranium: The Jinxed Prince
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Years ago, when humans were still close friends with nature, the Continent of Neuron consisted of small, prosperous kingdoms. Their prosperity was achieved through close cooperation as fellow small nations. The people of the inter-kingdom lived a prosperous and friendly life, there was absolutely no enmity on the continent.
Unfortunately, everything changes when one of those small kingdoms is led by a greedy king. Considering their most powerful military on the continent, as well as unrivaled agricultural produce and wealth, the king decided to satisfy his own greed. He did not think at all about the fate of the small people who felt the direct impact of the war, nor the order of society that would certainly be very messy due to his actions. Finally, after many invasions, the small kingdom led by the greedy king managed to expand its territory to cover one third of the continent.
Lionheart, thus the new name given the king to the 'new' kingdom'.
Year after year, rulers changed from one dynasty to another. The various beliefs between the invaded countries are mixed to make various versions of the existing beliefs. But although different, they feel one feeling of fate, namely the suffering caused by war. Hearing the voice of the people, one of the wise kings of the Thorium Dynasty decreed that from that moment on, the Lionheart Kingdom upheld the basic rights of every human being, or in other words HAM, especially the right to life.
Unfortunately, the power of the Thorium Dynasty did not last long until the Lionheart Kingdom now fell into the hands of the Uranium Dynasty. It can be said, the Uranium era was the longest reigning among the previous dynasties.
But there is one commonality of all these dynasties, namely they believe in a myth that arose a long time ago, the myth of the number "4". "4" is an unlucky number. There is a myth that says the 4th boy and the 4th daughter will bring misfortune to his family, and the 4th prince or princess means a harbinger of doom for the Lionheart Kingdom. But at the same time, Lionheart was also a kingdom that put forward the protection of HAM, and killing a newborn child without any fault clearly robbed him of his right to live.
In order to avoid disgrace for the royal family, for centuries kings have always kept their descendants stopped until the third prince or third princess. However, this effort was broken during the reign of King Harvey I of the Uranium Dynasty. Whether it can be said unlucky or lucky, the fourth prince "first" born since the Lionheart Kingdom stood it should not be killed because the principle of the kingdom that highly upholds HAM.
Be without anyone on his side and with the mother that a slave had died, it was decided the newborn Fourth Prince would live in the Black Palace, the palace furthest from the main palace, and be abandoned. In order to take care of the poor prince, the King simply commissioned a servant to feed him, Eloise.
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"Don't you think that woman is too shameless?" A servant stopped his men when he saw a 40-year-old woman walking past them.
The other waiter who heard the words just now stopped and looked at the woman in question cynically. "True, when he was no one, but he dared to take food from the royal kitchen."
"Don't say so," another servant chimed in, "she had already lost her son and husband in the war, then had to become the 'Salver Prince of Shit Bearers'. It is not imagined what kind of suffering he has experienced," he added as if concerned.
The two servants who heard that laughed sinisterly, nodding. "It's bad luck."
The servant of the Pangeran Bearer of Shit, the inner Eloise in heart. Although the 40-year-old woman's head remained raised amid the scorn directed at her, her chest still felt tight. If you realize how unfortunate my fate is, why don't you replace me in his service?
Eloise tightened her grip on the wicker basket filled with bread and milk tightly. But imagining the look on the face of a boy who is always empty, makes Eloise unbearable. To be honest, Eloise was never happy when she heard that she was assigned to the Black Palace. Not at all. He remembered praying and crying all night, lamenting his fate of having to serve the Jinxed Prince alone.
But Eloise no longer thought about it once she met the prince in person. The smiles and laughter that should have graced the newborn's face were nowhere to be seen when Eloise held the child for the first time. The flames that had previously burned in Eloise's heart lamented this injustice, extinguished simply by the coldness of the prince's skin. Eloise did not even see the light of life in the baby's eyeballs, as if before birth she already knew what kind of destiny she was going to have.
It was indeed a 'fourth', but wasn't it already a little outrageous?
Eloise was also a mother. He could have treated the poor boy harshly. Although there was one corner in his heart that always cringed when he touched or was near the fourth prince.
Brakes. The basket of bread and milk that Eloise had brought with her whole heart, was now rolling on the floor with some of it scattered. The smell of freshly baked bread this morning instantly stings the smell. Too bad, but rarely can Eloise bring new bread like that. Usually the best food he could bring was just the leftovers from the dinners of the other members of the royal family.
"I've said many times, Eloise doesn't have to bring food from there! I can find my own food!" the boy exclaimed with a grain of clear liquid drenching his thin cheeks. The eyeball was as blue as the night sky in winter it reflected Eloise's shadow.
Shawn Frost Uranium is the fourth prince to be called the Jinxed Prince or the Prince of Shit Bearers. Moreover, unlike the descendants of the Lionheart Royal family from the other Uranium Dynasties who were red-haired and brown-eyed, Shawn had silver hair and blue eyes. His skin was also very pale like snow. His body looked very petite and fragile as if it could be shattered with a single caress.
Even his name, Shawn frost Uranium, was a gift from Eloise, a lowly servant of the common people.
'Searching for food yourself'? Does it mean that the withered grass in the garden is not maintained anymore? Eloise sighed, approached the boy and knelt down, then looked at the little prince inside.
"Your Majesty, frankly, I am not a saint. Your Majesty might not even be able to imagine what kind of thoughts I have towards Your Majesty. But take this one thing into account: Your Majesty is the children and children need the most delicious food. It doesn't matter if the servant is insulted because the servant is an adult. Adults are strong, can face anything."
The little prince blinked, shaking his head. "I know what Eloise thinks of me, but I don't care—because everyone is like that too. But a good man like Eloise doesn't deserve to be ridiculed...."
'Want'? Unknowingly the corner of Eloise's lips was attracted. Where did this little boy hear such a word?
"Your Majesty," said Eloise again, "have I told you, adults are strong. Your Majesty simply ate the delicious food I brought. No need to worry about servants."
The boy lowered his head, hiding his face that was getting wet with tears. "I'm sorry..," he said quietly on the sidelines of a sobbing.
Eloise returned. Although in front of him was a boy as well as a "fourth" prince, but in this situation he was really similar to ordinary children.
"Your Majesty, every person—including the servant and His Majesty— was born upon the plan which the Almighty had prepared. But we do not know what kind of plan it is at birth, nor do we know it when we are children or adults. We only know what plan He has prepared, when we have aged and want to return to His presence.
Netra Eloise looked at the child's past-goals. "Does Your Majesty understand?"
The child who was still down was trying to keep his stuffing from escaping his lips, nodding.
"Good," along with the soft voice that was heard, the little prince's neutrals rounded perfectly when he felt a warmth caressing the head of— for the first time in his 4 years of life.
***
"Lied...."
The lightning bolts sounded like each other, as if calling for rain to quickly destroy the earth and its contents. The day, which began with a warm touch of sunshine, has now turned as dark as the last day predicted.
The boy stood there, under a tree whose few leaves danced in a gust of wind, then landed on the white face of an unconscious woman.
The lightning returned, as if to harass Shawn by increasingly realizing that this was reality. That the woman who had been raising him wholeheartedly, now under a tree with blood, was a reality that he had to plant firmly in his head.
Shawn can't breathe. Whether it was because the air was getting colder, or because there was a foreign object stuck in his lungs, Shawn did not know.
Stuffy. Really claustrophobic. His eyes began to shed tears.
Ah, how is this? How'this?
What's he supposed to do?
Shawn's little body shook violently. He can't think clearly. At a time like this, when the only servant and adult who had been with him since childhood was unconscious in a state of blood, what should he do?
"Barban...!" shawn shouted suddenly. He recalled that when his knee was injured last time, Eloise treated it and then wrapped the wound with a bandage.
But... Shawn did not know where the bandage was. and. The red liquid seemed to flow from all over Eloise's body.
Ah, how is this?
Amidst the panic and pressure the boy was feeling, without Shawn noticing the white streak of light gathered in both palms of his hands. The light grew brighter and brighter, until just when the rays in both hands were about to explode a very powerful force, Shawn can feel something about his body and make it float until then splashed into the puddle.
Along with the sound of approaching steps, the clouds finally filled the call of the lightning and spilled their contents enveloping the earth.
The sun gradually moved to the edge of the sky. The orange-redness tearing netra of a young man to open. The white streaks emanating from the young man's body disappeared as soon as his eyelids lifted, revealing a pair of blue beads as dark as night in winter. Shawn wiped the sweat that soaked the face with the sleeves of the clothes. He sighed when he could still feel the pounding of his heart that did not intend to calm down in the near future.
A person who is born with mana in his body is called a witch. The level of mana and the ability of a magician is determined by the amount of mana circle in his body. The more mana circle, the more powerful and abundant mana in the body of the witch, and so far it has been noted that the strongest magician is a 9— circle magician who has only been achieved by one person, the late Great Witch Geraldo Lawrencium, comrades-in-arms of Lucius Plutonium and Alexander frost Uranium in the prolonged war years ago.
But in the Lionheart Kingdom, in order to maintain the stability of the country, a witch is only allowed to come from one descendant, that is, only those who have the blood of Lawrence— or in other words, it is only those who have the blood of Lawrence, only from the descendants of the Great Witch Geraldo Lawrencium. If it is found that there are Lionheart people who have mana in their bodies but not from the Duke Lawrence family, then in that moment he will also be dragged to the royal court and sentenced to death.
Shawn. He is not a descendant of Lawrence, but somehow there is mana in his body. The 15-year-old looked at his right palm, focused the flow of mana into it as he took a breath, then let go of it. 4 Silvery little magic circles appeared on his right palm stacked with a few inches of distance between each other, signifying his level as a circle 4 magician.
Not going up, yeah....
Shawn laughed incisively, then flung his body backwards along with the frustration that evaporated from his head. Unknowingly, Shawn touched his chest, where a dagger belonging to one of the assassins last night left a trail of long red scratches, like dividing his chest in two.
Of course, how can it go up if I ‘sial’?
Once upon a time, Shawn had read a book that said that to rise from the level of a circle 4 witch to circle 5, there was ‘price’ to be paid. The witch must be able to face the greatest fears and traumas in her entire life first, only then will the circle within her increase by itself.
In Shawn's case, “the biggest fear and trauma” in his life was only 1: being the first to find Eloise's corpse, the, and until whenever it feels like he will not be able to face that kind of trauma just like that.
Shawn's bead opened, staring at the blue expanse with white cotton that spoiled the eyes. The same blue sky that another young man was staring at in the residence of the Marquess Plutonium.