I told Duzie that if he got killed this time around I would give birth to his reincarnation. It's the least I could do. No... it was a promise.

"Duzie!"

The young prince, Duzell turned to see his twin brother Phelios, his mother Ishtar and his father Darres. They were waving and calling – well actually, his annoying twin was the only one. Sighing, he walked over, trying to stop shooting dark looks at them. Couldn't they see that he was trying to practice? Ever since someone told him that his holy magic was bad, he had been studying on it, just to prove the point that he wasn't bad – in fact, he was better.

"You're doing that again, Duzie?" Phelios asked loudly, rushing over. "Ooh, touchy are we? I was only joking!"

"Joking about what?" Darres said, ruffling Duzell's hair, an act he found annoying and embarrassing at the same time.

"I told him that his holy magic was rubbish!" Phelios shouted, prancing around in circles. "That's why he's been training so much." Duzell rolled his eyes. His brother was absolutely pathetic. At twenty years old, he still acting like a five year old.

"Okay Duzie, you can learn all the holy magic you want if you promise me that you'll never use one on yourself." Ishtar said cheerfully.

"Ishtar!" Darres started forwards. Ishtar grinned at him.

"Just kidding, Darres. Jeez, what's with all the panic? I'll only tell them when they're ready, okay?" she said, causing the brothers to look at each other.

"Tell us what?" Duzell asked, curious but annoyed at the same time.

"What? What? I'm ready! I wanna know! Tell me, tell me!" Phelios shouted, tugging on his mother impatiently.

Ishtar smiled at him. "Nothing much... hey, listen. I got Falan to make you guys some cloaks, two likes the ones we had in the old days. As early birthday presents or something."

"Our birthday's already passed." Duzell told her. "It was two months ago."

"See? Really early birthday presents." Ishtar said, giving them each a box. Phelios ripped it open eagerly and inside was a green cloak, which he quickly put on.

"Tada!" he shouted, and started running around, extremely happy with his new garment.

Duzell rolled his eyes and opened his box, which contained a black cloak of much finer make. He lifted it up and...

'Wow, Duzie! That cape looks great on you! Is your magic strong enough to conjure stuff up now? Will you make me one? In green?'

'What? This is the first time you've seen my true form, and all you can say is that you like my cape?'

'Well, now that you mention it, I thought you'd be scarier. The scariest thing about you is your hair.'

'My hair...'

Startled, Duzell looked down at his hair. Nope, didn't look scary at all. In fact, it looked exactly like his mother's. And what was it about his true form? Something strange was going on, it felt like an old forgotten memory. Suddenly, he was down on his knees, in agony. He screamed, his hands on his ears.

"Duzie! Are you alright?" they shouted but he couldn't hear them. In the end, he passed out from the pain.

"Duzie? Duzie?"

Everything was blurred as he opened his eyes and the voices he heard were unfamiliar. With an effort, Duzell shook himself and sat up. As everything grew clear, he could distinguish figures and later, people. They sprang over to him.

"Duzie! Are you alright?" the blonde one asked in concern. Duzell looked at him in confusion. Who was this blonde? Had they met before?

"What? Duzell's awake? Let me see him!" came a male voice and in came a man with black hair. He looked familiar... his name was Darres... wasn't it? Duzell concentrated on his appearance. Yes, definitely Darres. "Duzell, are you alright?"

"What does it look like?" Duzell growled. It wasn't like Darres to be concerned with him, when he had Ishtar to bodyguard. And who was the blonde?

"Easy with the attitude, mate. That's your pa you're talking to and since you're cool, I gotta get to Keld. He's been trying to get me to help him lately. See ya, Duzie. See ya, Dad." The blonde said, walking towards the door.

"Don't get into trouble, Phelios!" Darres called after him. Duzell sprang forwards, looking at his retreating back. Phelios? Phelios? And Darres was his father? What was going on? He hoped he was in a really bad nightmare. What was he doing in bed anyway? Had the La Gamme spell not worked? Then Ishtar walked in.

"Ishtar!" Duzell cried in delight, finally seeing someone who could actually tell him what was going on. Both of them stared at him.

"Uh, you meant to say Mum... right?" Darres asked.

"Don't sweat it Darres! He had call me that whenever he wants. So Duzie, how's your head now?" Ishtar asked, rushing over.

What's wrong with my head again? Duzell touched his hair, then realised it had changed colour. It was brown! What happened to his platinum blonde hair? What was going on?

"There's nothing wrong with my head. Tell me, what happened back there?" Duzell said, quickly dismissing the thought.

"How should I know? You started screaming and went crazy. Like I know what goes on in your head, Duzie." Ishtar said. "C'mon Darres, we gotta go see if we can find someone to rule in Ci Xeneth. Maybe Phelios? Well, see you soon, Duzie."

"Wait!" Duzell shouted, springing out of bed. "Ishtar tell me this – what is going on? What am I doing here? In fact, where am I? Who am I and who was that... Phelios?"

Darres and Ishtar smiled at each other. "Awh, he must be having a shock." She said and turned back to him. "Okay then Duzie. You're Prince Duzell of Pheliosta, currently twenty. That was your twin brother, Phelios. You are here because you fainted and just woke up. This is your bedroom, got it? C'mon Darres."

That just left Duzell more confused that before. He was the Prince of Pheliosta, brother of Phelios? His parents were Ishtar and Darres? What was going on?