The world can not be able to decide who to listen to - the hero who's too self-absorbed about themselves or the villain who is trying to show the hero their point of view? Normally people would agree with the hero; cause they want to be protected right? Well wrong.

The hero doesn’t care for anyone except for themselves, even if it’s in front of their close family or friends. Caria or Ms Unknown is one of those people who just, needed a sense of reality in placed in her as she wows people with her powers. Which is just electrified water. Over time as she gained popularity that she never had before, she began to use that popularity to her advantage.

On the other hand, the villain dislikes Caria.

They dislike Caria cause they know she’s enjoying the popularity more than saving the most vulnerable people from attacks. Knowing that people can be blind-sighted for how “good” or “heroic” Caria was when she was mainly the villain amongst the two.

They got exiled for going against the support for Caria; which ultimately made them to become a well known enemy and villain towards Caria.

People feared Caleb or Mysto cause of this in the beginning, praying or screaming for Caria to help them from their “attacks”. But they didn’t care about Caria being late to the so called “party” until realising that Caleb has been saying all along. Then again that’s half of the population - which is over 7 billion living beings to be converted to believe Caleb.

This began an uprise in resentment or rebellion against Caria, joining Caleb side as they fought against the “supporters” of the “hero”.

Caria on the other hand was fearing for the worse as Caleb tries to reveal her true motive for being so popular. She tries manipulating those who support her to fight alongside with her. But she does not turn up to face Caleb and their gangs.

Will everyone realise what she has been doing all along if they listen to Caleb?

Who knows…

Who side are you on?…

… .. .

(In this concept, the kingdom will be placed in a modern concept to go with the idea)

The night was slowly coming to an end as the warm, vibrant colours began to emerge from the abyss that laid on across the countryside. Small creatures awakening from their peaceful slumber as villagers began walking to the local market in hopes on selling their own, homemade food or items in hopes of shillings or copper that will help them prepare for the up coming winter.

All said, everything was cheery. So cheery that no one could ever imagine someone being sad on the wonderful day. Right?

Wrong.

They do not realise or even know what their future king is dealing with. Nor the fact that the consequences of becoming king to a small yet bright and wonderful kingdom will lay between their love for a commoner and the kingdom themselves. Nor realise that their future king may have a dark side that no one has seen - well except for the friends they have or their lover.

But the realisation on keeping that secret is coming back to haunt them again.

They received a anomalous letter, regarding that the future king is understanding the terms that may happen if he does not comply on the request that they have; which is to give a large sum of money to them or else his secret would be revealed to not only the kingdom or royal courts but the entire world as well. Or, their lovers head on the stairs of the castle. Maybe both.

This left the future king to wonder who and why they want to threaten him. What cause that maybe made them go against their future king - wanting to blackmail him for something that may have not been his fault. Let alone threatening their lovers life with that. That’s a pretty low yet dangerous move on the future kings consciousness.

He spent most of the previous night up, reading the letter and wondering if he should tell his closest friends; tell them that someone is.. what? Threatening to tell everyone his secret and kill his lover at once? Just for money in the end?

Will he be able to save his lover and the kingdoms loyalty by giving money?

Or will it be the opposite?

Who knows…

((I didn’t click on comedy since it isn’t in my chosen option. I am so sorry for any inconvenience 😔) Mention of violence, potential sexual assault, rape, murders etc, I do not support these crimes at all. If this happened please get professional help)

Tonight was and will tend to be the peaceful night, stars glistening in the night sky, looking over the dark, wavy sea - clashing against the rocks on the cliffs that’s surrounding a soft private beach. Perfect for a romantic proposal or dinner, am I right?

But, it wasn’t like this on this particular night. An accident happened out in a secluded area in the countryside, near the secluded private beach, no one would’ve been able to hear or see what happened. A young woman losing her life to a dangerous man, who always changes his identity to his dead siblings or anyone he knows.

The poor woman was a close friend to the man; who didn’t know what his backstory was, or what he was about to do that ended her life either way.

The night was suppose to be a peaceful night, hanging out - laughing at jokes about something. But soon all that went sour, when the man done what he had done to his previous victims. Brutal abuse, brutal rape and brutal murder to stop it all off - that would remain a mystery, like many of his previous crimes that would lay behind him like another locked memory in his mind.

Wiping the blood off his knuckles, chuckling at the sight, he began to drag the lifeless woman to the secluded beach. The sand trails across the pale skin and ripped clothing on the poor woman, as if sand was comforting her in a way?

The male would chuckle mechanically, pleased on what he has done, laying the lifeless woman down. Making sure no one was around, despite knowing that he’s always alone.

Smirking, he picked up the lifeless woman and began walking into the icy sea, mumbling some prayers to his suppose god of choice before letting the lifeless woman fall into the sea, deeper and deeper into the welcoming of the icy sea.

The man chuckles once more at his accomplishment before walking back to shore, preparing for his next victim.

The trail? It’ll be soon washed away, hiding the lifeless woman traces like it did with the previous victims he had claimed. Joining the other souls of those who was victims. The innocent lives he took from families and friends.

. . .

(Again. I don’t support these crimes at all, this is not for personal use, please if anything like this happening that you know or know off, or went through any of these, the please call for professional help)

A lot of people, sometimes famous people, may see me as a happy, boastful and a smiley head chef - happy working at the most famous restaurant in town. But, sometimes I wish they don’t see that, I wish they could: peel back the hat back, peel back the face, peel back the happiness, revealing a true secret that’s hanging over me like a gloomy cloud. A secret that I had to keep a secret for many years.

Why would you ask? My life was and still is on the line, if a tiny bit of this secret is let out onto the streets. It would most likely mean either me or my family would be dead without hesitation. Proving the dark secret isn’t meant to be close to the public eye.

It was my fourth month into my head chef role at the famous restaurant, nothing much, just clearing up after a long - successful - night. I realised I forgot to place the new orders of fresh ingredients into the fridge for the next week. Sighing, like I always do after a big night, I began taking the fresh ingredients to the fridge.

Moments passed until I felt something knocked over, making me swear under my breath, hoping it wasn’t something important to the manager. Turning around, I noticed something out of the ordinary. ‘A knife? In the fridge?’, I thought, wondering if a worker or sues chef left it in here by accident. I shrugged it off and bent over to get the knife - but something caught my eye.

Blood. A trail of blood, trailing underneath the wall.

I froze, looking at the blood - wondering if I’m sleep deprived again. But when I went to touch the blood..it felt cold yet sticky. My mind went to the worst, ‘Is someone dead? Injured? Or maybe it’s an animal that hasn’t been cleaned out-‘. Millions thoughts went through my mind, but I knew I have to find out either way.

So I steadily, and shakily place my hand above where the blood was, pushing against the suppose hidden door. Flinching at the creaking it made, taking a moment to face a dead animal, I looked up - oh I regret looking up. My breath hitches, as if a cold hand was beginning to choke me. Eyes widening at the sight in front of me.

Bodies. Dead bodies. Bodies with blood drained out of them. Muscles in one giant container, with the writing ‘Pork meat’. I felt my stomach falling to the floor. Have I really been cooking these since I’ve started working here?

Moments passed before I knew I had to call the cops, soon as I grabbed my phone. I felt a knock against my own head, falling forwards as the world around me slowly became surrounded with a dull void. All I could hear before I passed out was,

“I suggest you keep quiet about this L or anyone you know or love will die~”

. . .