***ELEVEN YEARS AGO***

He was half-dead. Again.

He can almost see himself drifting away, moving right out of this body that has become the embodiment of pain. He can almost see himself floating...

Maybe, it wasn't such a bad thing. Whoever said that he wants to keep living?

He'd been beaten. Starved. Mocked. King Cone stood by the corner while they used him as a playing ground. His laughter and snickers of enjoyment alone cause prince ...