LOGINElian Woods is a 17-year old that lives on a capital that is well known as 'the most perfect place'.The people around him seem to be completely okay with living in a place that could be compared with a beautiful painting and apparently had no flaws, but Elian has always been uneasy about that. After all, the brighter the light, the darkest the shadow. What would happen if Elian found out that his bad feeling about the place has always been true, and the Palace and the King have been hiding a very dark secret from the rest? Will Elian be able to unravel that secret without dying in the try?
View MoreIt has been only a few days ever since Elian had somehow gotten himself in this big mess. He was normally stressed or anxious when he was out of his house, it was an emotion that no matter how many times he experienced he would always find it suffocating. But now he felt anxious all the time, even at his own home! And with the new information that he had received recently...He thought it was impossible for him to get this anxious.Thankfully he had Duncan, who was currently walking alongside him and guiding him back towards his home as he had told him before. With how things were working out with Elian, said teen thought that Duncan would just escort him out of the Palace then the rest of the walk it would be only Elian and his thoughts.And his own thoughts weren't the best company for him, really.Elian looked at his side briefly and stole a glance at the kind guard that was still walking with him. The platinum-haired boy was waiting for the da
After all these years, after all the conspiracy theories he has heard ever since he entered school, Elian would finally be able to hear the secrets of the Palace that no one else knew aside from, well, the Palace. Maybe they weren't the big deal, maybe Elian was getting hyped up for nothing, but he just wanted his thousands of questions to be answered, and for his mind to find peace on that matter.Or maybe he would only get more relentless...even so, he wanted to hear the truth.Duncan led Elian towards a big, green tree that was located in the middle of the Palace's garden; standing tall and proud, taking in the rays of sunshine to get the nutrients it needed and giving a nice shade for people to sit under it.Though Elian didn't know if his eyes were tricking him. The teenager thought that the green on the tree's leaves didn't look as... Green as before.He didn't know how to explain it, he just knew."Here, sit down," Duncan stated, sitting dow
Elian remained in his spot right next to Duncan, preparing himself mentally in what he was about to tell the guards when they came back from the security room: after all if they said no, Duncan and him would end up getting murdered on the spot. Being a temporary king? He was barely 17, about to turn 18! But he still had to go to high school, he didn’t find himself capable of handling the responsibility of being a temporary monarch (and even if he didn’t have to attend school), the teen couldn’t handle the pressure! But it was that or getting Duncan and himself killed because of… well, he didn’t really want to repeat the reason, he was well aware this was his fault.Elian began sweating, not knowing if the
Slap.The guards were doing what they have been taught to do; get rid of whatever they see as a threat. And Elian had just blurted out that single word that practically told them that their actions were wrong, so before he knew it he felt a painful, stinging sensation reach his cheek out of nowhere. Mr. Jones had slapped Elian, and it was clear that the man didn't look pleased in the slightest; he was fuming in rage."Shut your mouth, kid! Don't tell us how to do our job!" The older guard snatched Elian away from the guard who was previously grasping the teen: Mr. Jones wanting to have Elian in his own hands. The blue-eyed male didn't even have time to react or say something about the slap he had just received, he just stood on his place, the collar being gripped by the enraged guard.On the other side, Duncan's blood was boiling inside his veins, his fists clenching until his knuckles turned a white color. "Don't touch him!" The tanned male instantly s





