First off I hope you enjoy the story, I put time onto this and might even continue writing it when this contest is over. Nevertheless if I don’t win I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Sooo uhhh- I ran out of room so the story cuts off randomly- sorry about that..
Sometimes you have to go through things in life that aren’t exactly ideal, like for instance..war or famine. Although in some cases, it’s things like marriage or friendships. Not all are as fortunate as you may think, if people had a choice I think we would all choose freedom over any of the things I've listed. Now you may wonder ‘who am I to assume these things?’ and to that I will tell a small introduction of myself. I am Atticus von leir the third, the prince of the Cimmerian empire. I may be saying this out of spite or misfortune on my behalf, but I solemnly believe the life of a commoner is better than a prince's life. In my experience commoners have much more freedom than me, I would rather hire a double of me than be cooped up in this prison of a castle. I’m spouting nonsense, I’m beginning to steer off topic, I’ve yet to say my goal. I aim to leave my fathers castle once and for all, that will be tough to achieve. On one hand as a prince, I will be recognized..not to mention I have no knowledge of the life of a commoner. The only thing I am slightly versed in is the life of a pirate. Nevertheless that life is…less than the ideal life I want. I suppose if it comes to it, it shan’t be helped. Now then enough of my blabbering, my father will be furious. A slight stomping can be heard from below, Atticus threw aside what he was doing and tidied his living counters. Then a knock came to the door three times in a row. Atticus opened the door, a tall silver haired man with golden eyes and a strict face was seen…a spitting image of Atticus aside from the yellow—not lavender eyes. “Welcome father, what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?” Atticus asked, inviting his father into the room. “You well know what I’m here for, don’t be irrational. I want the truth so don’t spout any nonsense.” His father snapped, giving his son a cold stare. “You know the answer as well as I do, father don’t be irrational.” Atticus mocked. “You little—“ He was interrupted by a loud crash down the hall. Atticus’ father rushed down the hall, then Atticus closed his door and calmly walked to his window. “Someday, someday soon I’ll be out of here.” He said. Some time had passed and Atticus’ father hadn’t come back, because of this Atticus decided to go to sleep. He drifted to sleep…and then into a dream. When he woke up it wasn’t in his room, but on a small ship from the port. He looked around and saw many people on the ship, for some reason no one questioned his being there. In fact the people on the ship greeted him and even patted him on the back when they walked by. “Hey! You okay? You seem out of it today.” A voice said from behind Atticus. He then turned around to see a tall, long wavy haired brunette woman with green eyes that looked like shimmering peridot. “Wha?- Are you talking to me?” Atticus asked, confused. “Uh..yeah I'm talking to you, it’s me Ignis Fatuus.” She said. Ignis Fatuus walked towards Atticus and suspiciously glared at him, she then inquired, “You’re hiding something, aren’t you?” “No? I’m just me. Like usual.” Atticus tried to convince Ignis nothing was wrong. “You’re acting like you did when you first came aboard. All hidden..” she sighed and put her hand on Atticus’ shoulder. “It’s okay, you don’t need to hide. You’re welcome here.” She reassured, smiling. Atticus felt a sharp pain in his side, he woke up to find he had fallen off his bed. Then a knock at the door, startled, Atticus stood up. He walked to the door and opened it, to see a maid. “Good morning young master, your breakfast will be held in the garden today. Please get ready and head down.” The maid informed Atticus. “Okay, thank you for informing me.” He said respectfully. He closed the door and went to change out of his nightwear. Atticus got a suit on and left for the garden, when he got there he was greeted by his father. He sat down noticing an empty seat at the table. “Your mother will be joining us soon. She had some business to attend to. For now just enjoy your breakfast.” He said, smiling. Atticus slowly ate his food, wondering what he had been called to the garden for. The only reason the royal family eats together is if there’s something important to discuss. A few minutes later someone came in, a woman with hazel hair and lavender eyes. “Hello mother.” Atticus smiled. “Atticus, Raymond. Good morning to you.” She replied. “Moirai, you know this is no good morning.” Atticus’ father stated bluntly. Moirai sat down at the table and looked to the ground. Atticus looked to his father confused, but his father didn’t say anything. “Father, what do you mean? Why isn’t this a ‘good’ morning.” Atticus asked sternly. “Well, Atticus we’ve thought about this..and our neighboring nation, Luminose is having some financial trouble.
