wow you guys, it's here!!!!!!! Dedicated to AFanGirl4evr. Here's the prologue! Don't worry, well be seeing Kyle soon.

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A figure wearing a black cloak rushed through the darkness, desperate to evade the hounds chasing them. The figure carried a small bundle, held tight to their chest. They ran, through the darkness, through the pouring rain, in between trees, dodging the rocks covering the ground. 

As the hounds grew closer, the figure approached a grand palace, surrounded by a tall wall. The figure desperately removed a loose brick, and slid the bundle through.

Replacing the brick, the figure ran. They tried to hide, it knew that the hounds would get them.

That night, Melonia Fremest Delevis Died.

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Queen Tilef Prestofio Nevis stormed through the castle. This has been her fifth attempt to have a child. Every single time she had given birth, the child had been dead. This time had been no different. husband

After the child was born, her and her husband, King Crolis Dermig Nevis, and called upon his private physician, to know what was happening. He had delivered the news. It was impossible for her to have a living child.

'you cannot have a child.' Those words rung through her head as she walked down the steps. Nobody had been informed yet, and she dreaded when they were. 

Her husband loved her too much to get a new wife, but his people would be upset due to the fact that she could not produce an heir.

She slipped on a white robe, and walked through the gardens. She was interrupted from her thoughts, by the sound of crying. She walked towards the wall, and saw a small, grey, bundle.

She knelt down to look at it, and saw a baby. 'cannot have a child'. She looked down at the baby once more, and whispered "I may not be able to give birth to a child, but that does not mean I cannot have one."

 She picked up the child, and clutched him close to herself. "You shall be my heir," she whispered "my little prince."

 She remembered a name, a name she and her husband had talked about. Her grandfather, and a great king. A worthy name for a prince.

 "Hello," she said, so quietly she could barely hear herself. 

 "High Prince Kylemodius Lesitorous Nevis."

 And done. What did you think? Good, bad, confusing? I'll have the best update up in a week. Go read The Dark Mime by AFanGirl4evr!