The empire of Barlow was decorated while the Empress was in the public hospital, her being pregnant was a big thing in itself, but she was going into labor, the people of the city held their breaths to know what life form the baby was. In private, after the baby had been born, the Empress was not impressed, "An Elf!?" she belted.

"Dear Empress, why do you seem upset?" The doctor asked, puzzled, "Our royal family includes only Angels and Humans, one Ghost too, we don't need an Elf! We can't have an Elf! Elves are notorious! Known for creating havoc!" the Empress exclaimed with fury, "What goes on in your mind, dear Empress? This is your own child, whether Elf or Human. It's your own blood!" the doctor protested. "I don't care for Elves, they should be locked up along with those cursed Demons!" She yelled, "Give me someone else's child, someone must have given birth now or then!" she added, the doctor stayed silent for a moment but then nodded and went out, he went across the hallway and opened the door to a room where a mother and her newborn were sleeping.

There was hardly any difference between their babies, so the doctor, switched them. The doctor proceeded to the Empress's chamber, "Dear Empress, this is a Human baby, would you like this one?" the doctor asked with hesitation, "Oh yes! Delightful!" she remarked happily, "Your name, my child, will be Neal." she continued, the doctor picked up the Empress's biological son and went to the same room as before.

He gently put the baby down next to the poor mother, while doing so, he accidentally woke in the baby, it started to cry furiously. He became worried, he thought the mother might wake up, but after a few moments, no signs of the mother waking up showed.

The doctor hushed the baby and checked the mother's pulse, her heart had stopped, the doctor's expression turned grave, this baby was taken away from his biological mother and now his adoptive mother had died. Fortunately, the mother's husband arrived in time, "Doctor, what happened?" he asked, "I have a neutral news and some bad news. . ." the doctor insinuated.

"Your son is an Elf, but your wife died. ." The doctor spoke with great regret, the husband broke down crying, he held the switched baby in his hands, thinking it was his own. He held the baby's hands and vowed to never let this baby yearn for his mother, he would take on the role of both parents, he would, he promised.

That day, the winds were especially cold for the husband, but comfortingly warm for the Empress, he went home to his old cottage in which his other son was waiting worriedly for them. "Son, your brother is here but your mother. . ." The father trailed off, unable to find words to describe this tragedy to a 6 year old, "Ooh! What's his name?" the young boy asked with vigour, "Name? Uhm. . Miureann. . ."

1209, Miureann was a newborn, 1220, Miureann was 11 years old and his elder brother, Stevie, was 17 years old. It was in Miureann's blood to be extraordinary, since royal blood ran through his veins, he strived to be perfect and loving for everyone.

While Stevie thought that since he was older than Miureann, he should get all the praise and opportunities, but just sitting around doing nothing won't get you anywhere, Miureann went out to study but also do volunteer work. He earned 8 gold coins every day he worked, he worked on alternative days, so he earned 23 gold coins every week, while Pheonix, their father, worked as a laborer every day and earned 60 gold coins every month.

Adding the extra gold coins earned by Miureann, it was a huge help with the expenses. But Stevie was ungrateful and a brat even as a teenager, he did nothing but lie around or hang out with his friends, just as useless as him.

One night, Miureann returned home late to find Stevie in the usual place, on his mattress on the ground, sleeping, Miureann shook his head and set his earnings on a small table in a corner. Miureann was drenched in sweat and dirt, so he went out and behind their hut to take a bath, but then, he fell to the ground with a straining pain in his head.

After what felt like many hours, Miureann woke up with a terrible headache, he was in an unknown place but had water next to him, he leaned in and looked at his face. Bruises, cuts, swollen cheeks, sore eyelids and a black eye.

He washed his face and sat at his place for a minute, but his royal blood urged him to stand up and do something productive, instead of sitting and crying about his loss, so he did. He limped over to a nearby hut he saw, once he reached to the hut, he took in the details with sorrow in his eyes.

Moss and dust was abundant, Miureann walked inside the hut slowly, "H-Hello. . .? Is there anyone here. .?" he asked, there was no answer, he explored the hut, but there was nothing that could be of use to him. He quietly walked further and further into the dark forest, while walking, he found a little scrap of cloth, it was dyed beautifully in Indigo dye.

The scrap was the size of his thighs, a little bigger than them even, he picked the scrap up and folded it neatly to fit in his pocket, he kept on limping and walking to an unknown destination. The cloudy morning turned to night, but he kept walking, in hope to find some sort of life, he was hungry and helpless, and didn't know what to do in a grave situation like this.

While walking, he bunped into something, it wasn't hard like wood, rather firm like muscle. Miureann looked ahead and saw a figure just a few inches taller than himself, "Hello there, what's that in your pocket?"

"Oh, th-this?" Miureann stammered as he took out the fabric, "Hey, you found it!" the other figure said, the figure's voice wasn't comprehensible, was it a girl or a boy? The voice was high-pitched like a girl, but fancy like a boy, happy like a girl, but eager like a boy.

Miureann gave the fabric to the figure, the figure took it, thanked him and skipped away, "Hey, wait! Is there a village or a town nearby? Where are you coming from?" Miureann asked. "Yes, there is a village here. I am coming from the shed you must have seen earlier. You should walk 21 steps straight and turn to the right, 30 more steps, and you are out of this forest, I'll be taking my leave now." The figure instructed, Miureann muttered a thanks and did as the voice said, just like the voice spoke, he was out of the forest and there was the beautiful sight of life.

Miureann quickly ran to the nearest house and knocked on the door, "Excuse me, could i get some water?" he called out, the door opened slowly with a creaking sound. There stood an old lady, "Why yes, my child. Come in, you don't look from around here." she stepped aside for him to enter, delighted, Miureann happily stepped inside.

"What's your name?" The old lady questioned, "I am Miureann Cullen. What's your name?" he replied, "Oho, Miureann, you say? I am Lana Aurelia." she responded while giving him a glass of water, Miureann drank the water thirstily. When lady Lana asked how he had come into this small village, he told his story, though he couldn't possibly remember who hit his head, he knew only Stevie could do such a thing.

Lady Lana gave him a knowing look, she turned around and grabbed a cotton ball, she made Miureann stand on a stool as she cleaned his scratches and wounds. But to her shock, as she was cleaning his knees, where the most blood was spilling, the blood wasn't crimson like everyone else's blood, it was a lighter red and anyone with good eyes could see the drastic change.

"Son, you didn't say that you were from the royal family. . ." Lady Lana whispered, "I'm not." "Your blood is purely of royalty! My eyes don't lie." Lady Lana declared, after a full-blown argument, Lady Lana held a ritual in which they could see the birth of Miureann in a hologram created from souls.

As the ritual took place, the hologram slowly started to appear, making the scenery of a hospital, "It's a public hospital, I told you I'm not royalty!" Miureann exclaimed with pride, knowing he was right. Or was he? The queen was going into labor, soon later, the baby was born, skin pale and bright like Miureann's, ears long and eyes blue like Miureann's, surprisingly, the queen neglected the baby and ordered the doctor to take it away.

Miureann's eyes widened, he was hurt.