It's freezing cold this night. No one is in the town. All except for one teen. He sat on the ground, shivering in the cold.

Throughout his entire life, he's been tormented by the kingdom for being different. Such a creature should never have been borne by two humans, but here he is. Yes, 16 year-old Simon Evenwood is Half-Lizard. As cool as it sounds, it's a curse. He was abandoned by his parents when he was only three. He was never accepted by the kingdom, and so for the past 13 years he's been living on the streets, just trying to make it by. They said he was a mistake, a monster. Said he never should have existed. They claimed him to be weird for treating the slaves like everybody else, probably because they thought of him to be no better, so they even compared him to their slaves. ((This is in the medieval times))

Through all of this torment, he believed them.

Simon was convinced that if he was so horrid that even his parents abandoned him, he was truly a misfit. He doesn't know where his parents are. Perhaps they left the kingdom. He couldn't care less, they could be dead for all he cares.

It truly seems that he was a mistake, doesn't it?

So that's why tonight, yes tonight, he's going to end it all. The pain, the torment, all of it. No one would care, much less notice. He's already half dead, so he figured he might as well finish himself off. He decided to freeze himself to death. He would've cut his nape with his talons of knife, but thought that a freak of nature such as him should die a slow, painful death. That's why he's sitting there, in nothing but shorts and a red vest.

Of course, someone had to get in the way.

A man, in a cloak, with black tinted goggles, and a bandanna covering his mouth. He walked up to the teen, and asked, "Why are you out here? If you stay out much longer, surely you'll freeze."

Simon simply stared at the stranger, trying to figure out who he was through his scent. Almost immediately Simon recognized his scent. He's only seen this scent during the kingdom's parades. His eyes widened in shock for a split second, before returning to his neutral face, but it was too quick for the man to notice. "Why would a high and mighty king care about some worthless piece of trash?" Simon asked. The exposed royalty faltered for a second, but then regained his composure.

"So you could recognize me... how unfortunate." He commented, "All I can say is that I am nothing like him." Despite the utter nonsense that last sentence was, Simon ignored it.

"You get advantages being only half human. Still doesn't answer my question though." Simon coldly replied.

"I can't just let you freeze, so do you want to go to a house that'll take care of you?" The King asked reaching out a hand. Simon only tched and took the hand.

"Do I even have a choice?" He said as he got up. The king stood there, taking a good look at his appearance. His messy, shoulder length blonde hair was poorly cut, as told by the many cuts on his scalp and differed sized locks. He had a tiny ice crystals forming at the top of his nose, as well as in his hair. His bright blue eyes that seemed to act like a flashlight stared with absolute instinct, annoyance, and caution. Simon stuffed his hands in his pockets, and followed the king. The king walked to a house. It wasn't anything special, but it was a place where they could at least stay warm. Simon was expecting the castle, so this took him aback, though he didn't show it. He simply looked at it. The King opened up the door, and held it for Simon. The latter walked inside, with his slender green tail following him. It wasn't that long of a tail, as it only went down to his knees. Simon then continued to the wall, leaned against it, and sat down. The king took this as a perfect time to take in the rest of the teen's appearance. His lime green skin matched his tail, but there was a blue tint to it. He brushed the ice crystals off of himself and stared out the window. His blue orbs turned almost blinding by the light reflecting off them. The king, cautiously locked the door, and closed the window blinds. "So, you've decided to give up, huh?" The king asked, "I know the feelin'." Simon only scoffed.

"Do you?" He replied bitterly, "Do you know how it feels to be made fun of your entire life, just because you're different from every other damn human in the kingdom?!" The King's face became sinister, and dark. It was evident even through the disguise.

"If anyone were to torment me I wouldn't let them get away with it." He spat.

"But they wouldn't do that to their high and mighty majesty, would they?!" Simon snapped.

The two realized Simon was finally looking at the man, he was standing up, with his hands out of his vest pockets, revealing hands with talons. His tail swaying in every direction violently, as a sign that he won't hesitate to kill the man in front of him. Simon realized the position he was in, retracted his claws, and sat back down. The king knew the teen was still mad, due to his tail not calming down. Reasons why his tail moves around so much is beyond him, but he figured that it might just be a way to release excess energy without running around mad.

"Right, I keep forgetting you don't know..." the man of royalty said. This caught Simon's attention, "I can tell you if you want me to. Just know if this information is released by you that—"

"You'll kill me, I know. And I don't care." Simon sassed, "Just know if you did, you would've wasted you time on me. Someone, mind you, who was trying to kill themselves before you—The high and mighty King Lunar— interrupted them!" King Lunar looked at him. Then laughed.

"Fair point." He replied as he took off the disguise, "Though you dying from this would be much worse than you think. You will slowly loose energy to live, before your body destroys itself completely." Simon's face didn't deter, and he continued to stare at the floor. He then looked at the revealed man. He was practically the void itself. Simon wasn't sure where the hair on the man started, as it camouflaged with his face. His eyes shared multiple colors, as it had red and purple. It reminded him of a tale with a monster said to steal light. In any event, he simply watched the man as he continued, "The thing is, I'm not really the king. My life force relies on magic, and I do believe you have some in you." Simon looked at him, before laughing like the man had just said he was the light thief creature.

"You're not the King Lunar? Your scent is the exact same as his, you've even admitted you were him when I pointed it out earlier. And if I had magic I wouldn't be in this position right now." Simon laughed. The 16 year-old would've turned himself into a human if he had magic.

"Not all magic is necessarily usable. I believe you humans call them souls." The king mused. Simon cocked a brow at the pseudo-king. Scoffing, Simon got up, and walked to the door, where the King stopped him.

"Where do you think you're going?" He asked.

"What does it look like, majesty?" Simon replied.

"I can't let you leave." Lunar insisted.

"I'm not going to tell anybody." Simon assured, "I know if I did you'd have me killed. And when I die; It's going to be under my terms." Simon glared at Lunar from the corner of his eye, as Lunar stared right back. Lunar sighed in defeat as Simon opened the door and walked out, but not before saying, "Besides, we both know whether I tell them or not, they will find out. All secrets and lies will eventually seep through the crack of truth."

A/N:

Yes, I am aware this is depressing. I did this in a Roleplay on Pokemon showdown last night, and figures it was too cool to leave alone (Also wanted to introduce my OC Simon).

Lunar belongs to the person I RPed with.

I'll probably do a part 2 of this. Just know it'll be dark and depressing.

Well, I'll C'yall later I guess.