‘Kylo!’

I jerk awake, Ezekiel’s warning screams still clear in my mind. It has been a year since the incident that killed 30 people.

Killed my boyfriend.

One year that I have spent in this cell, for a crime I did not commit.

However, to the majority of Prylyn, being gay was a crime. And the punishment? A life in prison. And since I had a boyfriend and I supposedly murdered 30 people, the king threw me in one of his deepest cells, reserved for those who have executed the most abhorrent crimes.

Supposedly is the key thing here. Did I do it? No. Did anyone believe me? Also no. I don’t know why I tried.

In Prylyn, our kingdom, some people are born with powers. Powers like invisibility, strength, or telekinesis. No power is the same. Our king is the second most powerful person to have existed. Ezekiel is the first.

And that Ezekiel is- was- my boyfriend.

Alone in my dark cell, I close my eyes, reminiscing our final moments. The moments when I still had hope.

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Well this is the first part! I know it's short, but I will upload more soon :)
The next part will be longer.