In a world where a war wages, crown prince Jaxson, otherwise known as Jax, hated his life. He was apart of the winning side, Astone, his father and elder brothers are cruel, and merciless on the other country, Jalione. Jalione was smaller, and was once beautiful and has many ecosystems within, but now, from Jax’s fathers war tactics the lands were filled with gas. The water polluted. Animals all dead or skinny. The people in lower class suffering and dying while the more wealthy of Jalione fought the war from the safety of their hilltops.

Jax despised what his father was doing. It was true, Jalione’s own leadership was also destroying it, but he couldn’t stand that his own father was making the lower class suffer so much.

Sometimes Jax would go down to the border, a large wired electric fence running all across the borders of Jalione and Astone. He would go down to the point where no guards watched, and drew the wastelands in the sketchbook his mother gave him. He was skinnier and weaker than his brothers so his father didn’t care for him. He could go anywhere.

One day when he was travelling down the slope to the secret point he saw a boy sat there. This boy was you, a poor boy from Jalione. He could see the difference. He was in his regal suit, with his hair combed to perfection and put into a royal plait, with his thick boots and large royal coat, while your hair was short, and tangled, and gruff, your clothes and skin dirty with only broken sandals to protect your feet from the muddy and toxic ground.

He decided to talk to you. He wasn’t disgusted by you or that your Jalionian or that your the same gender, even if his father had taught him to hate Jalione.

After meeting again and again over months, his family never finding out, he started gaining a crush on you. A poor, Jalionian boy. He was often entranced by your stories about dragons and witches. He often snuck you food from his palace, among things like clothes, and jewellery to sell. He started drawing you, instead of the slums of Jalione. He could still see your handsomeness despite living in the slums.

It was yet another day he was wandering down the hill excited to see you as he walked a brisk place, he could see the nearing murky grey sky of Jalione, a bright smile came to his face as he saw you sitting and waiting for him, at the small hole underneath the border gate.

“Swift!” He calls excitedly now running, clutching his sketchbook and two slices of bread.