Prologue

"Stay here." She whispered with urgency.

Unable to speak, the little boy nodded, his lips tightly pressed into a thin line. He stared into her warm eyes and he knew she was there to protect him.

"Good boy, I'll come for you later." Finally, she sighed and hugged him close. Before leaving, she pressed her lips to his forehead. "Be safe." And she pulled the canvas over his small body, secretly hoping that he would stay hidden in a cart of hay.

He trembled, but he listened to his mother and stayed there without moving a single inch.

He couldn't see much as it was too dark even with his powers. The only source of light came from the full moon. The full moon that caused whatever that was happening.

However, his hearing was sensitive enough. He could still hear the wind blowing, the leaves hustling, the sound of his mother voice, and the voice of their gardener.

He heard the sound of a bag of gold coins, and the sound of approaching footsteps even it was far away.

"Hurry now!" The gardener voice came out in hushed tones.

The little boy heard his mother climbed under the canvas. A familiar hand laced into his and he felt her squeezed it tight.

Then the cart speed onto the dusty road.

The little boy wasn't sure of what was happening. He didn't know why everything was a chaos when it was perfectly peaceful hours before. He didn't know why his father was laying on the steps to the throne, covered in blood. He didn't know why that man had his father's crown on his head. All that he knew was that all he had left was his mother…And that they were leaving this horrible place, which was once their home.