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Pete was, in fact, mostly back into his old country. This whole time here, he had faked not knowing. It was the past, it wasn't him, the country wasn't existing anymore. He was okay. He would never be Peter anymore. Peter was dead. Peter got killed by his creator, literally put on fire, until only ashes could run away, letting the "er" of father behind to only keep the first letter turning into faith under the desire to never let anything hurt him again. Vegas just reminded him that his hometown, back in the days a small kingdom, was annexed by the big country, and now in the south, that place was living, integrated but still spreading the words. 

The urban legend, his real story. It worked as a judgment from the war enemy, shouting that if that place let this happen, they were bad and the power should be taken away from them, and given to another person, country, or society, to save them. The new King didn't save them, discriminating against everyone and making them live in poverty. That part of the country was his but the villagers were from another culture, he considered that they weren't like him. And Pete felt it when Vegas used his power over him to act as if he was better. He felt something else than being a Prince. He was profoundly thinking that he was superior to Pete,and yet he asked him this. Revenge. 

Was Pete wanting revenge? In reality he never knew about this. He never thought about this again after running away, some seconds after soldiers came, running away but being seen, seen enough for gossiping and creating a real backstory. But that story was real.

He was the doll. He was the child his father chose to use to get money. Pete had a doll face when he was about five. He had the same hairstyle, the same shiny eyes, though now, tainted by sorrow. He was an attraction. He was the living fantasy of everyone, looking out of this world. Looking perfect and it wasn't even wanted. He just had that face and clothes bought to look like a doll. He wasn a real doll, but his father did everything for him to look like this and it worked. He didn't have the right to play with other children. He couldn't be a child, he was the human stage for everydays. Only behind closed doors, he was playing as he should. But he was still a human. People got bored. Some didn't like anymore how Pete was obligated to play the doll, how he was expressionless, how he was scary. 

He began to scare people away, he looked too much like a real doll. Sorcery it could be. But his father needed to live and they were getting less money. And everything was because of Pete. It could only be this. He began to beat him, out of frustration, and the less they got the more he was suffering under his punches and the less he was looking like a doll. More like a dead child, doll, haunted doll. Until no one came anymore. Peter wasn't attractive anymore. Peter was looking bad. Bruised. Peter would put a spell on us. It wasn't in his victory plan to put his son on fire. His father had begun to think that his son might really be haunted. His wife died giving him birth. His business with him ended in considering him as a cursed magician. All might come from the demon who possessed his body and for him put him on fire was the best he could do. Burning it all.

 But soldiers came. War began and Pete ran the fire consuming his skin he ran because his father couldn't keep him steady anymore with a metal weapon. He jumped into the river and disappeared. The soldiers attacking everyone but sharing the story which became a legend. The day the haunted boy got burned, the country got burned too, too ashes, to be eaten by another one. It was revenge. His revenge.