TW: Violence and Self-harm.

The moon was at its peak in a dark starry sky. Its rays shone over London as two dark hooded men wandered down the quiet stone pathways.

"Why are we doing this Richard?" The younger man asked while stuttering. "You have been trying this for months and it's never worked!"

"Henry, our father was the true ruler of England, not the King!" Richard Cromwell snapped. "Stop asking questions, you are a nuisance!"

"I apologize Richard I was-"

"Silence Henry I have had enough of your apologies. Your curiosity gets in the way!" He yelled.

Henry and Richard continued to walk down the pathway. Richard then put his hands behind his back then put them tightly together and began to fidget with them out of stress and annoyance. Henry noticed this and felt awkward and slightly guilty for upsetting his brother.

Henry pondered to himself. "I forgot how easy it is to stress him out. Maybe I should stop being so curious."

Henry then quickened his pace and started to awkwardly hum to himself. Richard noticed this and sighed to himself out of irritation. But he ignored his brother's annoying humming.

Richard thought to himself out of irritation. "Why must he be so curious and annoying yet also surprisingly intelligent!?"

"Richard, are you alright?" Henry asked with slight guilt.

"Henry, please stop asking questions. I'm very anxious and irritated." Richard replied with slight annoyance.

"Again I'm truly sorry for my curiosity Richard," He said.

"I accept your apology. But please don't annoy me like that again," He replied as he loosened his hands and put them down by his side.

They both continued to walk down the pathway. A couple of minutes later Richard noticed that Henry was walking a bit slower than he liked. He stopped and waited for Henry. Suddenly Richard tightly gripped Henry's hand and yanked him forward, almost knocking Henry over. Richard then let go of Henry's hand and Henry stared at Richard out of shock. Richard continued walking until he sensed that Henry had stopped walking so he turned around and glanced at Henry with dark shimmering purple eyes.

"What is wrong Henry?" Richard interrogated with slight rage in his voice. "Let me guess you have another question!?"

"Are you sure that this is a-"

"Yes, it's a good idea, Henry!" Richard yelled as his eyes began to glow brighter. "We need to take this King down and I need my position back! I have become a nobody because of that King!"

"But what if it doesn't-"

"It will work Henry, it has to!" He said with rage letting out a shock wave of dark magic that caused a ring of purple flames that violently blazed around him.

Henry stumbled backward out of fear of nervousness. Richard then extinguished the flames around him and walked confidently in the direction of Westminster Abbey. Henry then rushed after Richard and almost bumped into him in the process. Richard rolled his eyes at Henry.

Richard thought to himself out of slight anger. "If he wasn't my brother I would have silenced him. But since he is my brother I can't silence him or I would be punished by my father."

30 minutes have now passed Richard and Henry have now reached Westminster Abbey. Richard tried to open the door but it was locked. Dark purple energy danced around his hands and his eyes shimmered with darkness. He then placed his hand on the door and sent it flying into a wall which shattered it. Richard entered confidently and quickly walked in the direction that led to his father's tomb. Henry entered with caution gazing around the halls of the Abbey that were dimly lit by the gleaming light through the windows. Eventually, they both reached the tomb of Oliver Cromwell. Richard knelt down in front of some writing inscribed on the floor. He put his hand out in front of himself and summoned the silver dagger from underneath his brother's cloak. Putting the dagger close to the palm of his right hand he violently sliced his hand. Henry flinched a little at the sight of Richard getting injured. The warm crimson liquid slowly dripped down onto the inscription on the floor and Richard whispered the spell.

Richard thought to himself full of pride. "The Cromwell family shall rule England once more. We will take down the King."

A couple of minutes later the tomb started to glow with a bright purple light. After the light had faded they noticed their father lying on the floor. Richard then placed the dagger down on the floor. Then he rushed over to his father and knelt down beside him. But almost stumbled on top of him due to being exhausted. Oliver Cromwell slowly opened his eyes and stared at Richard with shock and slight confusion.

"How has this happened?" Oliver Cromwell asked with slight confusion in his voice as he gazed around the room. "Also where am I?"

"I brought you back to life and we are in Westminster Abbey," Richard replied pridefully while also trying to hide that he is exhausted.

Oliver thought to himself with slight confusion. "How long has it been? Is Richard still in power? What purpose did he bring me back for?"

Oliver then sensed that Richard has used a lot of his magic and is exhausted. Oliver stood up and held out his hand to Richard. Richard gently grabbed his father's hand and stood up and almost collapsed from exhaustion. Oliver gently wrapped his left arm around Richard and then snapped his fingers to get Henry's attention. Then he gestured to Henry to approach him. Henry approached Oliver and awkwardly stared at him. Oliver then zapped his black crystal ring with his dark energy. Then he held out his hand to Henry and Henry softly grasped his father's hand. They all then teleported away and a few minutes later they ended up in a familiar house. Richard then almost collapsed onto the floor but Oliver stopped him.

"Take it easy Richard, don't exhaust yourself," He said while he helped Richard up. "You need to rest, you have used a lot of your magic."

"I'm fine, father just tired," He said while he walked over to the nearby leather chair.

"Are you alright Richard?" Henry asked while stuttering a little bit.

"I'm fine Henry," He grumbled quietly.

Oliver Cromwell thought to himself out of slight irritation. "Forgot how much these two bickered."

Henry then awkwardly walked up the stairs while he incoherently muttered something. Oliver looked over at Richard who was sitting on the chair barely awake. He then walked over to Richard with a concerned look on his face. Oliver softly grabbed Richard's right hand and stared at the deep cut. He gently placed his right hand on Richard's and his eyes glowed a dark purple. Richard quietly whimpered and flinched a little as pain rushed through his hand. A couple of minutes later the pain eased and Oliver lifted his hand off Richard's hand. Richard noticed that the cut on his hand had healed.

"Why do you and Henry bicker so much?" he asked. "Did something happen while I was gone?"

"We both lost our power over this country and well he blames me," He replied.

"How did you lose your power?" He asked as his eyes started to glow. "I thought that you would have had a successor. If you aren't running this country then who is?"

Richard looked down at the floor and then back up at his father. Richard sensed his father's rage and decided to stay silent. Oliver sensed Richard's slight fear and decided to walk over to the table and he sat down. Then he zapped the lantern that was sitting on the table and caused a purple flame to start to burn inside of it.

Oliver Cromwell wondered to himself with slight annoyance. "Why does he not want to tell me anything? What is he hiding?"

Richard then got up and walked over to the table and sat down in front of his father. He then started tapping his fingers on the table and a couple of minutes later Oliver rolled his eyes and sighed out of annoyance.

"I know that you want to say something, Richard, so say it," He insisted while raising his voice slightly.

"A King is ruling this country. The heir of King Charles I returned from exile," He replied with a voice that trembled slightly.

"How is this possible!?" He said while he slammed his hands on the table.

"We tried to stop him. I can assure you of that father," He replied, voice still trembling.

Dark magic energy started to crackle from Oliver's fingers leaving small scorch marks on the table. Richard nervously settled further back into his seat. Oliver noticed the scorch marks and started to calm himself. The dark purple glow eventually faded from Oliver's eyes.

"I shall think of a plan to stop this King. I suggest that you get some rest, Richard," He commented.

"Can I help you think-"

"No Richard, I prefer to think alone. Besides, I have a lot of things to think about," He added.

"I understand father," He replied.

Richard got up from his seat and walked up the nearby stairs. Oliver started to gaze into the purple flame in the lantern.

Oliver thought to himself out of slight rage. "I need to find a way to eliminate this King. Then take back my position as England's Lord Protector. I still can't believe that he managed to come back after I killed his father!"

Dark magic suddenly crackled from his fingers and scorched the table. Oliver noticed this and began to calm the rage which boiled inside of him.

Oliver thought to himself with slight concern. "I need to calm myself. I haven't used my magic in a while and I forgot that it can do that. Due to my anger."

Oliver continued to gaze at the purple flame in the lantern. While he thought about a plan along with the days ahead.

***

A few hours later the sun had risen over London and Whitehall Palace. King Charles II was peacefully sleeping when he suddenly heard a loud tap on the window. But he ignored it until a couple of minutes later he heard another loud tap on the window. Then he slowly opened his eyes and noticed a raven with sky blue eyes sitting on the ledge. Charles' eyes glowed a deep maroon as he noticed that the raven was his brother Prince James.

"James, where were you for the past eight hours!?" Charles scolded.

Prince James flew off and Charles immediately got out of bed and walked over to the door of his laboratory. Then he flung the door open out of slight rage. This startled a young man with short, brown, and scruffy hair along with emerald eyes. Who was trying to put away some books and almost dropped them on the floor.

"Oh Lord have mercy on me!" Christopher Clark yelped loudly while trying to keep the stack of books balanced.

"Mr.Clark please be careful with those books I don't want anything to get damaged in here," Charles replied while he walked over to the door to his observation platform.

"Yes, Your Majesty, I promise you that nothing will get damaged," He replied as he started to put the books away. "I am very good at putting things away neatly."

King Charles II thought to himself. "He is right about the neat part. Saw him yesterday trying to stack books perfectly. Took him an hour until he was satisfied."

Charles flung the door to the observation platform open and walked over to the telescope. Then knelt down in front of the telescope then started to carefully look through it.

King Charles II thought to himself with slight rage. "Eight hours without asking for my permission. This is like the third time he has done it this month! Why is James acting up? Our father thought that it was me who acted up!"

A few minutes later Prince James landed on the wall in front of Charles. He also leaped onto the telescope and slid down it and began to pull on Charles' wig. Charles stood up and James flew back onto the wall. James then transformed back into his human form and started to grin mischievously.

"Charlie, why do you look so annoyed? I see it in your eyes," James asked mischievously while giggling a little.

"James, you went out alone for eight hours!" He snapped. "It's very dangerous for you to go out alone!"

"Charles I'm not a child anymore I can go out alone whenever I please." He insisted.

Charles' eyes started to glow a bright red and he clenched his fists tightly. Which caused his nails to dig into the palms of his hands. James noticed the fiery rage that burned inside his brother's eyes and he backed off slightly.

"First of all, why is it dangerous for me to go out alone, Charlie?" He asked curiously while trying to hide his nervousness.

"There are still people who support the Puritans James!" He fumed. "That is why it is dangerous for you to go out alone!"

"I am not afraid of those silly Puritans." James mocked while he rolled his eyes.

Charles sighed out of slight frustration. Then he unclenched his fists and put his hands behind his back. His eyes also changed to a deep maroon. James noticed that his brother had calmed down slightly and moved a bit closer to him.

"James, I don't like you going out alone. Especially with that Richard Cromwell trying to regain his power," He said while his eyes flashed to indigo.

"I'm not scared of Richard Cromwell. I don't even know what's so scary about him," He replied. "I know that you possibly don't like him because his father ordered our father to be executed."

"It's not just because his father ordered our father to be executed," He said while his eyes changed to a deep blue. "It's that he uses dark magic and that is very dangerous."

James noticed the sadness in his brother's eyes and he hugged him. Charles awkwardly and reluctantly accepted the hug.

"What's wrong Charles, why are you upset?" He asked. "Is it because of the dark magic?"

"No, it's not because of that I just have something else on my mind James. Something that happened 11 years ago." He replied.

"Wait what happened 11 years-"

"None of your business James!" He snapped.

"Alright, I will talk to you later Charlie," He said as he transformed into a raven.

James flew off in the direction of the Tower of London. Charles walked back into the laboratory and gently closed the door behind himself. He then noticed that Christopher Clark was thoroughly polishing the glass flasks. Christopher smiled a little as he noticed Charles. Charles then walked back into his room and gently closed the door behind himself. Then he opened the door to his room and confidently walked out into the hallway while he closed the door behind himself. His eyes then changed to a bright turquoise. He started to walk down the hallway until he noticed a large portrait of his father and looked up at it.

King Charles II thought to himself feeling slightly upset. "I wish that I didn't run away. I could have possibly saved your life."

Charles felt a singular tear that slowly streamed down his face which he wiped away. He then stopped gazing at the portrait and began to walk confidently down the hallway.

***

At the Tower of London James sat on top of the roof of the tower next to another raven. James quietly sighed to himself out of slight annoyance and the other raven noticed this.

"Nicholas, I feel like my brother is hiding something from me," He said with annoyance.

"What do you mean that he is hiding something from you?" Nicholas asked with slight curiosity.

"He got upset when he brought up dark magic in a conversation. But I don't know why he would be upset at this," He replied.

James then noticed the slight fear and concern in Nicholas' eyes. Nicholas then quietly sighed to himself while he tried to calm himself.

"Dark magic is dangerous and could cause mass destruction," Nicholas explained. "The former Lord Protector Oliver Cromwell used his dark magic quite often for executions and other things. Quite beautiful yet chaotic. I did enjoy watching those executions."

"Forgot how much you enjoyed watching executions," He replied with slight disgust.

Nicholas started giggling and flapped his wings joyfully. While James ruffled his feathers a little and rolled his eyes.

"My brother told me that something happened 11 years ago. But he said that it wasn't any of my business," He said still annoyed. "I just want to know what he is hiding from me Nicholas!"

"Well does he have somewhere that he could have his private information?" He asked. "Notes or a diary perhaps?"

"Charles normally burns all his notes that seem to have no importance to him. But he also has his diary which probably has all the private and important information in it." He replied.

"Time to do some snooping?" He asked mischievously.

"Fine but we can't get caught, Nicholas," He replied with a voice filled with seriousness. "Who knows what my brother would do if he found us snooping around his room."

"We won't get caught, Your Highness," He said with confidence in his voice.

Prince James and Nicholas flew off the Tower of London and headed in the direction of Whitehall Palace.

***

Back at Whitehall Palace King Charles II was sitting on his throne. His eyes then glowed a bright sunny yellow and he smiled a little bit. A few minutes had passed when suddenly a young man with short and neat blonde hair along with blue eyes entered the throne room and politely bowed.

"Any news to report to me, Mr. Smith?" He asked confidently.

"Two things Your Majesty," Francis Smith replied his voice trembling a little.

King Charles II thought to himself "Why does he seem so afraid? Has something bad happened in my kingdom?"

"What has happened in my kingdom Mr. Smith?" He asked with his voice filled with seriousness.

"Many rumors are going around the kingdom and people are saying that Oliver Cromwell is alive," He replied. "There was also something disturbing discovered at Westminster Abbey-"

"First of all Mr. Smith Oliver Cromwell has been dead for four years. So those rumors are preposterous. Second of all who would want to do something 'disturbing' in a holy place?"

"-blood was discovered on the floor in the room where the former Lord Protector Oliver Cromwell rests. A dagger with blood was also found in the same room. There might have been a sacrifice."

Charles' eyes suddenly changed to a bright indigo and he placed his hands on the armrests of the throne. Francis Smith noticed the change in Charles' eyes and he backed off slightly.

"You are dismissed Mr. Smith I need time to think," He declared.

"Yes Your Majesty," He replied while politely bowing.

Francis Smith exited the throne room and Charles closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Once he opened his eyes they turned to a bright turquoise. But a couple of minutes later his eyes changed back to indigo.

King Charles II thought to himself with slight worry. "I doubt that those rumors are true. It would take one with great power to do a resurrection spell. It would also most likely kill whoever dared to attempt it."

***

At the observation platform Prince James and Nicholas carefully and gracefully landed on the walls. James then transformed back into his human form and Nicholas leaped onto James' shoulder. Then he walked over to the door of the laboratory and cautiously opened it. Upon entering the laboratory he noticed that it was empty and everything had been cleaned.

Prince James thought to himself with curiosity. "I wonder what kind of experiments goes on in here. Also, it seems that Mr. Clark has once again done a great job at vigorously cleaning everything."

James then walked over to the door to his brother's room and took a deep breath. Then he slowly opened it and when he noticed that Charles wasn't in there he entered the room.

"Now where would my dear brother Charlie hide his diary?" He asked as he looked around the room.

"I don't know Your Highness. Because well we birds don't have diaries. Maybe he would put it on the bookshelf," He replied.

"That seems way too obvious. Also, that was meant to be a rhetorical question, Nicholas," He commented.

James walked over to the desk and sat down at it. Nicholas jumped off James' shoulder and onto the desk. James opened the top drawer on the right and noticed a small book with a dark brown leather cover inside it. Then he grabbed it and placed it on the desk and began to flick through the pages until he got to a familiar date and started reading what was on the page.

31 January 1649

I have made a terrible mistake. I have messed with something I shouldn't have. I just wanted to seek advice as I lost the only person who I could seek advice on how to rule from. I promise to myself not to mess with this force again. But I am still scarred from it and it will be a reminder to me to never mess with it again.

"What do you think he did?" Nicholas asked with curiosity.

"I'm not sure Nicholas. But this is very cryptic," He replied with confusion.

"Very cryptic indeed, Your Highness," He added.

"I suggest that we leave before Charles gets back," He said.

"You are right, Your Highness," He agreed.

James closed the diary and placed it back in the drawer. He then closed the drawer and got up from the seat. Nicholas leaped back onto James' shoulder. He exited Charles' room and entered the laboratory gently closing the door behind himself. Once he reached the observation platform, James closed the door behind himself, and Nicholas hovered in front of James. James then transformed into a raven and they both flew off.

***

At Cromwell's house, Oliver Cromwell was sat in the leather chair gazing at the purple flame which burned in his right hand. Richard Cromwell walked down the stairs and awkwardly stared at Oliver.

"Do you have a plan to take down the King?" Richard asked.

"Yes, but we will need an army, Richard," He declared.

"We could get more people who support us. Along with those who don't like the King." He added.

"Yes, but we are going to need more than that Richard," He noted.

Henry Cromwell came down the stairs and noticed the small purple flame which burned in his father's right hand. Oliver noticed the fear in his son's eyes and extinguished the flame. Then he got out of his seat and walked over to Henry.

"Henry, I need to talk to you, it's important," He urged.

"Yes, father," He replied.

Oliver escorted Henry to a room down the end of the hallway and they both entered the room. Oliver closed the door and stared at Henry who was looking slightly nervous.

"Why can I barely sense your magic, Henry?" He asked. "What happened? Explain yourself."

"I don't feel comfortable explaining myself father," He replied feeling very uncomfortable. "All I can say is that it was a terrible accident."

"Henry, I can help you control your magic," He added.

"I don't want to use my powers. Especially after what happened, father," Henry replied with annoyance.

Oliver sensed the anger slowly rising in his son. He took a deep breath and then gently placed his hand on Henry's shoulder.

"Henry, please let me help you. I know that you have struggled to control your magic," He insisted.

Henry clenched his fists and a faint glow appeared in his eyes. Oliver noticed this and his eyes started to glow with concern.

"I don't want your help father! I don't want to almost get myself killed again! I don't want anyone's help!" Henry snapped while small sparks of energy crackled from his fingers.

Henry walked over to the door and flung it open and exited the room and violently slammed the door behind him. Then he stormed down the hallway and marched up the stairs. Richard noticed this and stared at Henry with a concerned look on his face.

***

A few hours had passed and the sun had set over London and Whitehall Palace. King Charles II was peacefully lying in bed and his eyes started to glow a bright turquoise.

King Charles II pondered to himself while still feeling slightly worried. "Those rumors aren't true. Oliver Cromwell isn't back. It's not true."

Charles gradually closed his eyes and the clock in his room struck 7 o'clock which then chimed. But he ignored this noise along with the sound of the guards who quietly chattered to themselves as they walked past. He then slowly drifted off to sleep.

He eventually noticed that he was standing on top of one of the towers of Whitehall Palace. He saw that everything around him was being burned by purple flames. He began to panic and he went to walk down the tower steps when suddenly everything started to shake violently. The tower he was standing on started to crumble. Suddenly what he was standing on completely collapsed beneath him. Charles grabbed onto the parts of the tower which hadn't collapsed and pulled himself up. He sat there feeling shocked and terrified as he watched everything around him burn and crumble.

King Charles II thought to himself with fear. "Why is this happening!? Why is my kingdom being destroyed!? What have we done to deserve this!?"

Tears streamed down his face and he started to quietly sob to himself. Suddenly everything began to violently shake again and Charles quickly got up and leaped down onto the roof. Once he was on the roof he noticed someone familiar watching the destruction.

"Why are you doing this!?" He yelled.

"It's obvious," Oliver Cromwell replied coldly as he continued to watch the mass destruction.

"I want the truth!" He demanded.

Oliver Cromwell turned around and stared at Charles and noticed the mixture of fear and anger in the King's eyes.

"You are not strong enough to rule this kingdom," He said coldly.

"It is my birthright to rule this kingdom!" He snapped.

"Your birthright doesn't matter. You don't have the strength to rule this kingdom," He insisted. "You are too soft on the people. I ruled this kingdom with more strength than you ever will."

Charles put his hand on the hilt of his sword and prepared to draw it. Oliver noticed this and started to smile.

"Do you really think fighting will do anything?" He asked, "Do you really think that killing me will bring back your father?"

Charles put his hand back down by his side and more tears streamed down his face.

"I was expecting you to have more fight in you," He said. "But it seems that your past still haunts you and it's breaking you."

"Why did you kill him?" He asked while whimpering a little.

"Your father wasn't fit to rule this country and neither are you," He replied harshly.

Oliver drew a silver dagger from his belt and placed it behind his back and gripped it tightly.

"You should have never come back to England," He said while he began to approach Charles.

"I wanted to save my father," He replied in a voice that trembled.

"You tried and you failed and now you will be with him," He said as he brought the dagger out from behind his back.

"No-"

Oliver quickly slit Charles' throat immediately silencing him.

Charles immediately woke up and sat up in bed. His heart was beating rapidly and his hands were trembling. He got out of bed and walked over to the nearest window and slowly opened the curtain. He noticed that nothing was on fire and closed the curtain. Then he walked over to the leather chair and sat in it. Tears started to stream down his face and his eyes began to glow blue. He also started to quietly sob.

King Charles II thought to himself. "Why couldn't I save him? Why did he have to die?"

Suddenly there was a quiet knock on the door. But Charles ignored it.

"Charlie, are you alright in there? I know that you are awake," James asked.

"James go back to bed," He mumbled. "I don't want to talk to you right now. Just go back to bed and don't cause trouble."

"Fine good night Charlie," He replied.

"Stop calling me that you-"

"Yes, I know your name. But I like giving people nicknames." He said mischievously. "Now good night Charlie."

James walked off down the hallway while quietly giggling to himself. Charles got up and walked back over to his bed and got in it. Then he gradually closed his eyes and went back to sleep once more.