Struggle

Struggle
Daylight, the glowing sky, and a beautiful world, where a light glitter shadow gathers. The world was split into three parts, the Reformation Federation, the International Unity Union, and where I was born as a royal prince of the Bineria Empire. The Reform Fed. took their places in Asia and Oceania, The I.U.U have Europe and Northern Africa, and my country of Bineria have all of the Americas. The balance of power was delicate and peace hard to come by. The stenches of war ravage many places. This is the stage where I take my place, my place in the world and for a better future.
When I was eleven, I was exiled from the royal family, after the assassination of our parents and the coup by my brother, my sister and I were escorted to Italy by the last of the loyalists while the capital endured the coup. It was a sad day indeed, my brother Giancarlo al Bineria was usually a nice and charismatic man, he was always a nice person, I guess he just revealed his mask. As we fled from the royal capital, it seems that all of my parents 's royal guards have disappeared on the day of the assassination. Tragically, my sister lost her right arm during the coup, now her chance at a happy life under my brother's reign of our nation are slim, even if we happened to come back one day. We were luckier than many of our other siblings, who were killed in the coup.
With my brother in charge, the empire became dangerous, aggressive, and harsh, following the philosophy of the survival of fittest. But yet his popularity soared as he promised to bring the other nations to their knees. At ages of five and eleven, my sister and I lost everything: our right to the throne, our identity, friends and family. However, fortune had not abandoned us, Ave and I were placed in the care of the Italian Prime Minister,Wertin Bruno. He had a son called Bille who is near my age and we get along rather well. Later, Ave and I decided to give up our last name and trace of royalty altogether. The people of Bineria thought we were dead as most of the royal family was killed in the coup. Giancarlo called this massacre the work of terrorists and assigned Wishker al Bineria to take the throne while Giancarlo became the prime minister. That was o doubt a clever move, Wishker was always a puppet he used while he pulled the strings using his connections with the surviving nobility. While Wishker, our mediocre brother, was suspected and toke the burden of the empire. Ave and I were powerless, so we laid low and stayed with Bille. So time passed peacefully as Ave and I lived in a safe haven, away from all those troubles and struggles.
However, peace did not last, the horns of war was heard and Italy was under attack by Bineria. Even though Italy was one of the most powerful state in the International Unity Union, Bineria's advance arsenal of aerial bombardments gave its army a huge advantage in mobility and firepower as the traditional Italian Army lost control of the sky. After one month of brutal bombardment, Italy surrendered and was renamed New Wishker, after the current "puppet" emperor. The atrocities was astonishing, as we were escorted out of Rome, we were ambushed. Stood in front of us were several tanks and as soon as I locked my sight on them, they began to fire. The truck in front of us blew up in a fiery explosion as our car flipped, gunfire and artillery rocked my ear and my last thought before I lost consciousness was that I need to protect Ave no matter what.
Six Years Later
"Schenzel, wake up! You are sleeping, aren't you? The teacher is kind of angry" said my classmate Katherine Toshford as she began to shake me out of my slumber.
"Huh? Oh right, Mr. Eaze. The answer was twenty two and it was according to Heron's formula," I answered.
"Schenzel, I know you have one of the highest grade in the class, but please don't doze off. Attendance counts as grades too, but your answer was correct," Mr. Eaze replied and then sighed. He thought he could never motivate me to be great, not that I wouldn't want to. But every year, some of the brightest students from this colony school are selected to meet the governor of this colony, a sure way to blow my cover as a Binerian commoner. Yes, Italy has fallen and has became one of the colonies of the Bineria Empire while it was now engaged in war with the Reformation Federation, however, resistance still continued, but futile as the discrimination against the Italians grew worse. During the ambush, the Prime Minister was killed and the remaining Italian army forcefully rescued Bille as they thought of him as a beacon of hope. Ave and I were abandoned and eventually rescued by the Binerian army. Latter, Earl Toshford, one of the few nobility who is still loyal to my parents, offered my sister and I the opportunity to stay at this school and protect ourselves from the clutch of our brother.
Days after days, I felt restless. I wanted power, however I couldn't declare myself against my brother yet, it was too soon and the safety of my sister might be compromised. My sister meant the world to me and losing her was like losing hope itself. I knew how she had suffered because of her disability, but that never stopped her, her smile was the most cherish memory I have. I have a picture of her in my necklace, I carried wherever I go, I can't let myself forget all the trials she and I faced. I will make her a better world to live, rather than this war-torn world between the three superpowers.
After school, Katherine walked up to me, her voice full with concern" You know Schenzel, you are quite talented, but why are you always missing class?" "I have to make money for Ave" I held up a poker chip and a chess piece. Katherine was the granddaughter of the Earl and is currently the student body president, she was quite popular and powerful consider her grandfather founded this school. She also discovered the secret that we were one of the few surviving royalty. "This is not how you suppose to spend your life. You need to change for the better," she replied. " Change means nothing, without power and influence, I can achieve nothing," I shot backed. "Beside how do you think that I felt on that day, knowing what my brother have done to me! Now he just conquered half of the International Unity Union and along with the power he already had in Bineria, what can a powerless seventeen years old do? " I saw her scared face and wish I shouldn't done that. "Oh, I am sorry" " No, it is I who should be sorry," I said. "Well, we can spend some quality time toge-----" Suddenly, a truck swerved across the street, and crashed into the tunnel leading into the Florence Ghetto where the poor Italian, the lowest class lived. I ran to the truck and saw that the driver was unconscious. Then, I heard something from the radio he had on the rack saying "Reply Alpha-03, how is the hijacked truck". Only then I realized I walked right into a terrorist ploy. These people are the remains of the nationalists and former army members who decided to fight back with anything and Binerians often used this as an excuse to degrade their treatment of the Italian. However, I needed to get to safety quick, so I try to get to the handle but only to see the bullets brazing the doors. I realized I was trapped and quickly ran to the back part of the truck, hopefully escape that way. Only then I noticed, that door was blocked by a weird obsidian containers, it seems to be sphere, all smooth and no crack. 'Well I am royally screwed,' I thought as I tried to hide behind it before the soldiers can come and find me, only for my plan to fail as the sphere opened made a sharp releasing sound. Coming out was a woman who seemed drugged and a silver crown. I tried to suppress my shock as I tried to help her just as the door was kicked open by the soldiers. I felt her weak pulses and see her hand was wrapped tightly around the crown.
"Surrender now terrorist, and hand over the container!" said the leader of the soldiers. I realized that they were the governor's personal guards. "Why do the terrorists want this woman?" I tried to stall for time. "Oh, you are not one of them, but however student, you are a witness to this Project. You must die!" He shouted as he load his gun and I can see my death coming toward me. At that moment, I thought I was going to die, all my hope of creating a better world for Ave and defeating Giancarlo won't be realized. I felt my necklace, at least if I die, I will never give up Ave for anything. Then, the woman in the sphere jumped in front of me and took the shot. Suddenly I heard her voice command" Put on the crown, last true prince of Bineria and create a scourge the world! " Before she crumpled to the floor. The lead royal guard to the governor seemed angry as he swear " Why did I killed the Subject, the governor will f*cking kill me for this" Meanwhile, taking advantage of their distraction, I hid behind several boxes as made the only choice I have. Ave will live to see a better world, I put on the silver crown. For a second nothing happened and dread began to twist my stomach. Then, I felt power flowing through my veins as I heard the voice of the woman again " You have gain the true power of the king, for you the crown bestowed upon you your power of command and power of strategy. Remember the deal, my service to the royal family is complete and yours just have begun." Her voice reverberate in the truck before her body turned to dust. Suddenly I knew what to do, suddenly I walked out facing the royal guards, their guns pointed towards me. Then I said" Under the power of the crown, die!" As they started to salute me saying "Yes your majesty, as they pulled the trigger, not at me, but at themselves. The flying arcs of bloods splattered across my face made me realized that I just killed. But I realized that this is my true side, I feel confidence and power all through my body. I laughed, 'finally I have been granted power' With my ability and this object, I will reclaim the throne and make the world better. I will create a new world for Ave and I will defeat Giancarlo and avenge my family. However first thing first, the colony of Italy will fall, I reached for the driver's radio and contacted the Italians resistance group as I said to them " Trust me, heirs of Italia, I command you all to follow me to restore your nation!" I was hesitant to lead them but as I saw the picture of my sister, Ave, I knew what to do. For the sake of her, I need to go on, the trial of blood just began.
Señor ele
I created the story to test my ability and express myself. I found inspiration in many forms and created this story.