I don't know whether to call it a curse or a gift but back then I sure called it gift.

No matter what, if I see it, I will never forget it, once I know it, I can do it, better than how I saw it.

I clearly remember it all to this very day, everyone around me reminded me every time of my talent and unimaginable future, I don't know much about talent but my future sure was something I could never even dream of.

Those days, tskk sure were days I envy now. Back then I always wanted strength, I wanted to grow up fast, get a big body like those adults around me so no one could force me into doing anything that I don't want. Don't be mistaken I was never bullied, I was stronger than most children of my age but I don't know why? I always carved for more, as though the world would end if I didn't get more strength, this carve for strength sure was abnormal.

My father, he is the king, my great grandfather Shin Xian conquered this whole world and after he passed away my father inherited the thrown but he did kill all his siblings and the brothers of my great grandfather.

My mother, well my father married her after he ascended to the throne, my mother Xua was simply a poor farmer.

One day my father was out on a stroll with his elite legion that his eyes caught my mother's divine beauty. He immideatly ordered his guards to tell my mother to come to his chambers at night, if she does she would get great favors from the king.

My father was never refused of anything, from his childhood to his ascension to throne, he was always granted of everything he desired but my mother refused the guard. My father increased the rewards to tempt this young beautiful maiden but the maiden stood her ground to the very end.

My father was already captivated by her, not only her looks but her personality won his heart too. My mother helped other farmers and many orphans, she refused any money and was living alone even though many nobles tried to harass her and force her into getting their way with her, her abnormal resolution scared them all.

Then my father personally came in, he directly proposed her to be his queen. I don't know how many maidens could refuse this offer but my mother did. But my father wasn't ready to give up, this maiden was everything he was not. Kind,loving and beautiful, so my father visited my mother often. Soon they became friends then very good friends and eventually my mother fell in love with him.

I know I shouldn't be saying this but my father was a player, he tried schemes to win her, everything in his knowledge he used on her for her to became his.

My mother was no fool she knew what this young king was doing and she was also well aware of his playboy reputation. But by time, she became fond of this young graceful man, who always came up with plans to win her, no matter how many times she rejected him he would always come up with something new, like a cockroach refusing to die even when facing a nuclear blast.

Then my mother married my father and became the queen, my mother inspired great changes in my father, my father was obsessed with my mother. And then I was born. My mother loved me and so did my father.

I remember everything crystal clear from when I was three years old. My mother would tease my father by telling me my father's pitiful failed attempts to win her heart and my father would always in the end make a boastful remark 'no matter how many battles you lose, its the war that counts' and then my mother would blush and chuckle shyly.

I still remember those days, those days if I knew their worth back then God knows what I would'ave done. Everyone treated me in a very good manner some of it was because I had a talent unheard of while the most of it was because I was the sole prince, probably the one to succeed after my father, I was truly annoyed by their behavior.

I matured very fast compared to those of my age since because I witnessed many things in that dark place.

Everyone loved me but I loved none. I was cold from the beginning. Every child cried when he came into this world but it seems I laughed. So everyone thought I was some demon but no one dared to tell me that out in loud, although everyone would be discussing it discreetly even some common maids.

I quickly grew tired of this place which was full of deception. There was nothing but a huge web of lies and I was in the middle of it.

I witnessed many things despite my young age, I was able to do it because I accidentally found secret ways that connected the whole palace. The palace was built by my great grandfather and seeing that my father didn't know about it, I was the only one who knew of its existence. It was used to secretly peek at the affairs of the castle so the King can pass a better judgement.

I was only seven when I saw that, a sworn brother of my father was having an affair with the wife of his very own blood related brother.

I also saw blood, a lot of it, a man wearing a black mask severed the heads of countless people in a day who were kneeling on the ground. He would chop their heads in one swift swing of his axe and people would watch this man wearing a black mask kill all these kneeling people and some people from the crowd would even cheer.

I also saw nobles lying in the court, naked ladies dancing in the court hall, poor people begging with tears in their eyes, old horny nobles taking advantage of these troubled ladies.

I once seriously talked about all this with my father but off course I carefully left the part about the secret way for my peeking, Setting everything aside watching those naked ladies dancing sure was a nice treat to my young eyes.

My father said to me seriously 'Son this world belongs to the strong, the weak is weak, the strong is strong, weak is evil, strong is justice, this is the sole religion of our world, who ever doesn't goes by our religion is an 'atil' and will be hunted down by everyone in this world, whether they be weak or strong'.

I tried to explain him many times of what I thought and how I thought it was wrong but I was seriously lectured instead, even my own mother lectured me. I came to a realization, no matter how many times I play the flute in front of a cow, I can't expect it to understand its worth.

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So one day when I was really tired of it all, I sneaked out of the castle using my super secret path that my great grand father left me.

When I was out, my mother saw me and immideatly started running towards me, seeing her I too started to run. Not knowing I entered the woods. No matter how fast I matured, the physical strength of a 7 year old was really limited.

I collapsed due to extreme exhaustion.

What I saw in front of me this time scared the shit out me. As though just by seeing it my soul was escaping through my mouth, no matter how much I tried I couldn't even move a muscle in front of this giant monster.

This giant monster was a enormous snow leopard, I stared right into its eyes. Those eyes I still remember them clearly, they were very cold and merciless. its body was giving a very vicious aura.

My mother soon caught up to me, when she saw the leopard near me, instead of running away or calling for help she quickly stood in front of me. I could see her large back it looked so warm. It was probably the first and last time I felt this kind of feeling in my entire life.

I was staring at the scene with my eyes opened wide. My mother was giving a faint killing intent, she then lifted her right foot in the air and smashed it into the ground. There was 'thud' sound. I quickly knew what she wanted to do, scare this leopard away was what she was attempting. But this stubborn leopard didn't budge from its position.

It relaxed its body then moved two steps back and then with a speedy jump it landed on my mother. My mother fell on the ground as she couldn't handle the weight of this gigantic leopard.

This leopard slashed at my mother's chest with its sharp claws and the blood sprayed out.

My mother never shouted, she moved her fingers and grabbed this leopard's eyes and mercilessly pulled them out of their sockets. The leopard was in agonizing pain but it still refused to back away instead it attacked even more ferociously .

I was watching this battle unfold right in front of my eyes, I didn't really care if my mother died. But I didn't want her to die too. The leopard was ripping my mother apart, I couldn't stand it so I charged at it with my eyes closed since if I looked at it, I wouldn't be able to move.

My legs were trembling but I still ran towards it. I picked up a stone, it was big but a firm piece of rock. I grabbed it tightly with both my hands and the same way I saw that man in the black mask chop of the heads of those people, I lifted my hands above my heads, with all my power I smashed the rock right at its head.

I didn't stop with one hit, I don't know how many times I was able to hit that thing, I hit it as many times I could, with all my strength as fast as I could until the leopard left my mother and instead mounted me.

It slashed my tiny chest with its claws, the cut wasn't deep since I was already falling to the ground, its claws weren't able sink too deep.

It was strange I couldn't feel pain at this moment, all I was thinking was 'what should I do?'Time slowed itself just like how time stops before an accident. My mother suddenly screamed 'NOOO!' as she grabbed a wooden stick and charged right into this leopard.

The wooden stick pierced into the leopard's stomach from beneath and came out from above. This

sudden burst of strength of mother even amazed me.

I relaxed but it didn't last long.

The leopard bit my mother in the neck, my mother was facing me and smiling gently. The leopard bit and took a part of her neck away as it fell to ground, losing all his strength.

Blood wildly gushed out from my mother's neck, she tried to tell me something but couldn't. In a moment she died still looking at me.

I was still lying on the ground. I stood on my feet, with the rock in my hands I came to the leopard which was hardly breathing. It was already dying. I swung the rock at its head with all my might, not once or twice but I kept on hitting it as I roared ferociously 'Aaaah!' . Its blood was plastered onto my face, my mother's blood was on my clothes, so was this leopard's and so was mine.

Soon I heard another shout 'NOOO!', I didn't really care for who it belonged too, all I cared was to smash this leopard.

Suddenly someone grabbed me from behind, I was truly enraged. I moved my head and saw who dared to halt me. It was a rough man wearing a thin plated armor, he was the captain of the legion my father always took around with him.

I stared right into his eyes, with my face and clothes covered in blood and my eyes truly enraged this elite solider was taken a back for a moment but he quickly recovered and grabbed me with all his might and restrained me.

I quickly fainted, I unknowingly used every last bit of my strength.

When I woke up, I was on a white soft fluffy bed. At my side my father was sitting with his legs crossed and his eyes closed.

His face was emotionless, suddenly he opened his eyes, revealing a bit of killing intent which was focused on me but it was nothing compared to that snow leopard.

He shouted in a cold voice 'Explain everything that happened?'.

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