A child with pointy ears stared out the window the sight he was to see were walls, with no one to talk to he laid down bored trying to pick up a conversation with himself” So I’m supposed to die for this kingdom?” He sat up and paced back and forth, “How crappy, crown prince born with a dark blue cool looking magic and yet in 10 years I won’t even be able to get married due to my duty to die.” The child looked at his hands slowly he opened them causing a blue flame to spark “I don’t even know the way this world's magic, works is it my previous world didn’t even have magic…” the boy slightly closed his hand grasping at the hand suddenly a sword formed “Just swords and flintlock pistol.”
The boy opened his hands once more, causing the blue sword to disappear. He sighed, suddenly the door flung open, “What is wrong with you Lukas!?” A man barged in pissed off, “You should be grateful you are one of the chosen!” Lukas looked at the man and smirked, “so you're telling me I should be happy to die at 18, never able to truly enjoy the first years of my life because of all the training, I’m so grateful, dad.” Lukas crossed his arms the man with the king graying beard crossed his own arms “bot do not start with me, after all I and a select few know your true origins, off worlder.” Lukas smiled, “I and that few others know the true ways of how the chosen few are made. Villain.” The man throw his hands to the sound in a way that resembled a tantrum from a child.
Lukas looked away, “I wished to enjoy this new life, never got to enjoy my life before, but turns out I switch one shitty life for another even shittier life. These people expect me to die for that but I refuse, you had the luck of having actual children's soul transfers, so you could groom them into believing your shit, but your times ran out.” Lukas turned towards the window, “we both carry an equal amount of leverage on each other, so tell me what do you want?” The man stood up straight he walked towards Lucas sighing in relief “Your brothers' coronation. Despite not being of age to be in the council, he wants you in the seat. As you watch him get coronated as crown prince.” Lukas looked at him yet not turning his body away from the window, “I’ll be the youngest chosen one on the council.” He said shocked.
The high council a group of dukes, duchess emperors and empresses and across the northern continents gathered in a United alliance, there were things like these in my old world but since I was a simple knight I’d never been able to attend a meeting. This grand council formed when the first chosen was ‘selected’ if I’d have my way as a council member I would free myself and just live my life as a simple orphan, but there are rules set for younger generations in councils, such as regents, taking their place until they are old enough.
Lukas sighed and closed his eyes. “I’ll attend his party only for him, not because you asked.” The man walked up to him his back clothes had fitted the man's appearance well with an elvish appearance, and a tired look, he grabbed Lukas by the neck easily lifting him “Why do you show such contempt for me?” Lukas looked at his own tired expression riding himself of fear “Your life was perfected you’d had everything that I wanted as a child, you had a family, yet you threw everything away including your eldest child just for more money.” The man dropped Lukas, he turned around and left defeated. Lukas turned from the door he touched his neck his mind slowly began to turn against him, he looked behind him and was scared half to death by images that flighed in his head.