Back To the Beginning
The Little Royal Child

POV royal boy

The world is full of lies. Whether you deny it or not, the world will be fed by many lies. People are always lying every day. If lying is a big sin, and everyone has lied, then everyone will surely go to hell as it is written in the little book that is distributed by the people using the white robes of that magnificent building.

The book tells the story of a hero's struggle to defeat an evil demon that threatens the world. I often open the book because I really like to see the pictures and symbols in the book that seem unique to me. I also read the book many times to spend my boring time.

I always stay at home every day that seems shabby to the people around me, but to me this is my only palace. From morning to evening I was always alone in here, waiting for my mother's return who left me for work.

I don't know for sure what my mom's job is, but every night she comes home limp and goes straight to bed, every time she comes home she's kind of weird, that's proof enough that he's working so hard. He worked so hard that even though there was not the slightest food we had, I never saw my mother eat while at home. By the morning before I woke up she was gone from her bed, as well as around the house, so my chance to see her was only when she came home at night.

My mother's daily life was not like this at first, if I remember when I was smaller than today, she was like a mother in general, cooking every morning, washing clothes, and bathing me. We were also living in a better house than we are now. Everything changed at my father's death. I honestly don't know how or why my father died. At that moment our lives changed instantly, like being thrown into a dark abyss.

We stayed in our house. Every day, many residents took turns to visit our house by bringing some sheets of paper with strange writing on it. Every time I read it, my mother seemed to be not happy at all, I watched it from afar while trying to have fun by playing in the corner of the room as instructed by my mother before.

I asked him something.

"Mom, are you going to leave me?" my many.

My father has gone away from me, and somehow I feel the distance between me and my mother is getting longer.

Hearing my question he was suddenly startled, and momentarily fell silent.

"Of course I won't leave you, you're my favorite child" he replied, hugging me. She hugged me so tightly, I couldn't see her facial expression.

Those days went on, until one day we did not stay in the house anymore, but had to go to another house. I was very sad at first when I had to leave the previous house full of memories and had to live in a shabby house, but now I'm used to it.

Starting from setting our feet in this new home, my mother's previous life had already slowly removed like a puddle of evaporating rain. He started coming home the other night, and then he was always acting weird like a kid my age, and lately he's been coming home in a little bit of open clothes. Is he not cold? my question is in my heart.

The day goes on and seems to get worse. Sometimes he was sent home by some unfamiliar men, young and old. Maybe they were my mom's coworkers. They were good people who helped bring my mother home.

I haven't seen my uncle in a long time, I don't remember the last time we met. Uncle used to pair up with his wife next to him when he visited us, but I didn't hear any other woman's voice besides my mother there. I wanted to welcome her as well, but unfortunately my body seemed to have been very exhausted and was ready to fall asleep. I felt like I was being tossed around with a light wave that was very soothing to me, and slowly my consciousness was gone, making me fall asleep.

Uncle was one of the people who helped us when our family was having problems, he was my father's brother, so maybe it was appropriate that he helped his sister's family. I remember a few moments when he tried to make me laugh with his weird face, I laughed forcibly so he could get away from me.

Although my attitude seems a bit evil to him, but I actually respect him. Before he finally put me in the royal prisoner's carriage. At that time without knowing anything I was pulled by a person who used self-protection along with a weapon on his waist, apparently so scary. I was thrown into a train that was supposed to be filled by bad people. Unable to get an explanation, the straight iron that was paired on the carriage door closed fast and hard. I tried to get up even though my body was already shaking violently. I walked up to the iron barrier and tried to open it, as I occasionally saw two people ahead. The two people were Mother and Uncle, Mother holding the right arm of uncle tightly like a married couple.

"Mother??! Why this????!!!" I was hysterical with tears starting to flow.

"Mother?! Madam, is this child your son?!" The person who threw me in here suddenly turned around and asked my mother up ahead.

"MOM!!!" my voice and my tears are unbearable, all out without my control.

The passersby around us slowly looked at us and gathered one by one. If this continues then we will be the center of attention.

"Mistress?" ask the man back.

"... She ... Not my son."

It was just a few words, but those words stabbed me from all directions, painful to the point of slowly smashing myself to pieces.

Not accepting the fact that I shouted loudly with random words that I said, words that flashed into my head, everything I said, even those words did not become whole sentences.

Fed up with my words, the person who threw me earlier approached and hit the barrier iron hard.

"SILENT SLAVE!"

My legs are no longer strong enough to withstand all these feelings. I fell down with a lot of feelings that I never felt until now.

The carriage with wooden wheels pulled by two horses started to slowly walk. With both of my eyes still shedding tears, I tried to look at the two of them, until finally their appearance was no longer visible.

He lied to me.