Uranium: The Jinxed Prince
The Jinxed Prince 7's

The rain still continued to fall heavily, without mercy flushing the silver-haired boy who was trying to stand up from the puddle. "Sick..," the boy muttered softly, then cleaned the dirt that stuck to the face. His clothes—yang already dirty—grew dirty because of the mud from the puddle where he fell earlier.

"The Fourth Prince." As fast as lightning, Shawn reflexively turned to the voice that called him that. But not the red-haired, brown-eyed kids who used to bother him every time he met, the kid who called him just now had blond hair and green eyes. His body is taller than Shawn, making Shawn look up when he wants to look into his eyes.

Shawn frowned, reflexively retreated a few steps. Although never met, did not necessarily make Shawn's vigilance decreased. Precisely because never met more dangerous!

But all instincts to survive the child disappear once the neutrality returns to capture the helpless body of Eloise. Rain drops that touched the body of the woman's corpse immediately turned red, as well as water flowing from her clothes.

The eloise!

Without a second thought, Shawn ran past Isaac's side and approached the body of the only woman who had cared for him since birth. The child's chest again felt tight to make his tears drip again, fused with raindrops that wet the face. Slowly, the little prince stepped forward, treading on the red liquid dripping onto the grass. Her trembling little hand tried to touch the lifeless body, hoping that what was before her was an illusion and disappeared as soon as she reached it.

Lightning returned, as if laughing over Shawn's plight.

Unreal. His hands can touch that body, and the coldness on the surface of his skin makes Shawn unable to think that this is just a dream, that Eloise's lifeless body is really there, she said, while turning with a head pierced by a twig.

"Fourth Prince," Isaac tried to call Shawn again, "I saw him, the man who killed this woman."

The lightning bolt re-conquered the sky. Now Shawn's world seems 'silent' along with the loss of lightning just now. His body felt stiff and a cold sweat ran down his palm.

"Kill?" reiterate Shawn lirih. The cold from the rain that kept falling as if freezing his lungs, made the child's chest even more congested.

Suddenly Isaac saluted, putting his hands on his chest while looking down at Shawn. "Include me, I am the son of the Marquess Plutonium family, Isaac Plutonium."

"'Plutonium'? Lucius Plutonium?" shawn asked as he remembered the name Eloise often told him. Of the three Lionheart Heroes, Lucius Plutonium is Eloise's most-told hero.

Isaac nodded respectfully, though a little did not expect the Fourth Prince to know his surname. "Lucius Plutonium was both my grandfather and the previous Marquess of Plutonium."

The next second the sound of rain still fluttering the earth filled the silence between the two children. Isaac clenched his hands, raised his head, and stared straight into Shawn's netra. "Prince, do you know the meaning behind the names 'Plutonium' and 'Uranium'?

"'Lionheart' means heart as strong as a lion, but in the war 'Lionheart' means 'nuclear explosion'. In order to create a nuclear explosion, it takes the elements plutonium and uranium, which means that in order for the Lionheart Kingdom to stand firmly without gaps, Plutonium and Uranium must unite and must not contradict each other."

The two pairs of netra are still looking at each other, trying to read the contents of each heart.

"Therefore, will the Prince lend you his magic power in search of the killer?"

Shawn blinked, trying to digest the situation. The coldness of the water droplets descending at a constant speed was no longer ignored. "Magic"? What is 'magic'? Shawn didn't even understand a single word the child before him said. But more than that, there was one that caught Shawn's attention the most, "Why me? If 'Uranium', isn't there still a lot of other 'Uranium' that is better, why should I? Aren't I 'shit'?"

Isaac stunned. There is a slight odd feeling in the chest hearing the sentence directly from the mouth of the person concerned, although he has often heard the sentence. The 9-year-old was silent for a moment, thinking about what kind of words he should say now. Suddenly, he remembered one of the late grandfather's advice.

"Prince," Isaac said again, still staring straight into Shawn's eyeball reflecting his image, "no one knows what will happen today and tomorrow. No one can be sure when the rain will fall and the storm will come. But one thing is certain, even if rain falls and storms annihilate the earth, the fact that the Prince is 'Uranium' will never change."

"As the Prince said, there are many other better 'Uraniums', but the 'Uranium' is blessed with an incredible blessing, magic, only the Fourth Prince is a. It was an advantage that 'Uranium' did not have other than the Prince, '" Isaac said with great emphasis.

"Then" said Shawn softly because his head was hot, "if I lend him, what say I'm 'shit' can change?"

Isaac was stunned once again. The guilt that strangled the boy's neck grew with the words that escaped his lips. Starting from killing the servant of the little prince, to trying to lie to him for the peace of his own heart.

"I can't promise such things" Isaac finally said after a long silence. "I cannot promise that the life you will live after this is better than the one the Prince has lived all along."

A ray of sunshine broke through the window glass in an inn, landing on the delicate face of a young man. He placed an empty cup, which had been drunk, on a plate a few minutes earlier where two slices of bread were. A pair of blue beads were tightly closed, trying to drive away daydreams about past events that came suddenly.

Geck. Geck. Geck.

"Your Majesty, have you finished your breakfast?" the sound of a girl's voice from behind the door, so cheerful—as if she was really happy that this would probably be her last day seeing the unlucky bearer prince.

Shawn turned his head towards the door with a net that did not exude any spirit at all. To be honest, he was tired and scared.

Shawn was afraid that he was now walking the wrong path and was getting closer to the darkness.

"You may doubt, but let no doubt stand in His Majesty's way." Shawn recalled a pair of green beads that had tried to convince him first, a sentence that had melted the heart of the prince.

"Nobody knows what will happen today and tomorrow. No one can be sure when the rain will fall and the storm will come. But one thing is certain, even if rain falls and storms annihilate the earth, the fact that His Majesty is 'Uranium' will never change."

"As His Majesty said, there are many other better 'Uraniums', but the 'Uranium' is blessed with an incredible blessing, magic, only His Fourth Prince's Royal Highness is a. It was an advantage that 'Uranium' did not have other than His Majesty."

Finally a sigh sounded along with the corner of the young man's lips that moved up. He grabbed the dark robe hanging behind the door and put it on quickly. He does not know what he will face, whether light or darkness, misfortune or luck, but for now Shawn decided to live it first.

***

The air that last night felt very cold, began to be warmed by the sun that slowly solidified its position in the blue sky. Frenetic voices filled every corner of the city. Looks like a man in a chocolate mustache tirelessly promoted his wares. The children offered cookies in baskets to women passing by. The waiter kindly welcomes customers. Also a pair of mother and son walked together while laughing.

Although with different goals and activities, each resident here has a common, no matter children, adolescents, adults, or the elderly, which is carrying a long sharp spear on the back.

The spleen is the only small town located near the Roldwix Forest. Direct borders with a dangerous forest make the inhabitants required to have a capable fighting ability. Indirectly, the city is tasked with protecting Lionheart from the attacks of ferocious beasts there.

And it was in that city that Shawn was now, waiting for the daughter of the Marquess Plutonium who was taking care of the check-out administration of their inn. Shawn blinked, for the umpteenth time incessantly staring in awe at the sight of this small town from under the door frame. For the past 5 years, he did live in the Roldwix Forest, but never came out of there—or exactly it could not.

You could say this is the first time in 15 years of life the teenager saw this crowded and warm scenery.

Shawn looked back, looked at the smiling Brianna— while somehow talking to the receptionist. Seeing the girl, Shawn once again realized that he could not guess the way the Marquess' daughter thought. Last night, Shawn had no chance to accept or reject the bet Brianna offered, the girl had already destroyed the entire magic tool, which serves to kill Shawn if he tried to get out of the forest with a single laser shot, with his purple aura the third level—aura a swordsman could possess. Thus, the younger Marquess Plutonium's sister gave Shawn no choice but to answer "yes".

Then, he looked back to the front and thoughtlessly followed his foot's desire to step out of the building. A moment should be okay, Shawn thought at the time. But just one step out, a voice stopped him. Not only Shawn, but also stopped the activities of everyone there.

GROARR....

It has snow-white fur that wraps around the body. His two pairs of sharp fang teeth looked shiny along with the roar that pierced through the walls of the building. The white tiger, one of the rare species that lives in the Roldwix Forest, and somehow now the animal is right in the middle of the Spleen City.

Satisfied to express hunger that erodes the stomach, now a pair of golden beads were again observing around. What a lust for hunting the animal was aroused to see so many humans in sight and the smell of the blood stream that pierced the smell, until then it stopped when the manic was straight-eyed with Shawn's blue bead.

"All, in the position of 'alum'! There's a white tiger that's coming into town!" Not men, not women. The appeal just now came from a boy— whose tiny face was almost completely covered by a fur coat that wrapped around the body. Nimbly the little boy picked up the spear on his back, and his tiny legs ran straight towards the tiger without any trepidation.

"Hiaatt!" the boy exclaimed as his distance with the tiger dwindled, tightly grasping the spear that was fully aimed forward.

But of course the king of the Roldwix Forest will not stay silent to see the 'little insects' approaching. The tiger frowned, then along with his groan ran towards the boy.

Srash!