'The Prince Brighter Than The Sun'

The orphanage had never felt like home.

It was just a place where children with nowhere else to go were stuffed into cramped rooms and given just enough food to survive. No one really cared about each other—at least, not in the way a family should.

For as long as he could remember, the other children had tormented him. It wasn't enough that he had no family, no real name—his eyes made him a target too.

"Monster eyes," they called him. "Freak."

Purple wasn't a normal eye color, they sneered. It was eerie, unnatural.

It wasn't fair.

It wasn't fair that something he had no control over made him different. Made him hated.

Today was his birthday. He had just turned thirteen.

No one celebrated it.

Instead, the teasing was worse than usual. The whispers were crueler, the laughter sharper. And when he couldn't take it anymore, he did what he always did.

He ran to the orphanage's garden.