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“What do you mean I have to go into hiding? I’m fine, dad,” argued the young prince Saeran blowing his sandy colored hair out of his light blue eyes. “You even said that I should never leave the palace!”
“I said you should never have to leave the palace, but I was wrong,” countered King Fredrick II, ”After these recent attacks I can’t risk anything happening to you, you’re future king, and more importantly, my son. Saeran, I only want you to be safe.”
“But dad! Trina doesn’t have to leave, she gets to stay here in the castle! And could you stop with all the mushy stuff.”
“Your sister isn’t being attacked, and it’s already been decided. There is a house on the west side of town for you to move into, you will find a job, wear normal clothes and live like a normal person, at least until your coronation.”
“Can’t we have the noble guards protect me?”
“They have been protecting you, but it’s not enough, if you stay you’ll be dead within the month. I’m sorry, but you have to go,” King Fredrick was obviously upset.
“Okay, I’ll do it, but what about after my coronation?”
“I don’t know, but this is going to give us more time to find out who is sending these attacks. Until then, you must stay under cover.”
A month later Saeran had a job in delivery, he was wearing tattered clothes and lived with a roommate, Hardran, who usually just went by Har.
Saeran was getting home late, and just as he opened the door to get in his house, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. He closed the door quickly, “Har! I think I just saw a women running across the roof!”
“What?!? That’s crazy. Maybe it’s a trick of the light.”
“I’m almost positive it was a woman running across the roof!”
“It’s official, you’ve lost it, Saeran.”
“Your probably right...About it not being there, not about me losing it” he added quickly.
“Riiight” chuckled Har, clearly happy about his triumph. “Well, see you in the morning” as he trudged to the bedroom.
“Yeah right, you’ll still be snoring your head off by midday,” Saeran called after him as he, himself got ready for bed.
As he walked over to the bed, something shiny caught his eye, it was his custom made rapier. The handle was gold with diamonds embedded in it. It reminded him of when he was back in the palace, training.
“Hah! I am the fastest, strongest fighter in the world!” the fourteen year old Saeran shouted to the heavens. Which was almost true, only few in the entire kingdom would dare challenge him due to his strength. “Hey Trina, come fight me!” he yelled to his younger sister Trina who had been walking around with her friends, Kristi and Sara, on the other side of the court yard.
“Sure thing Sae, let me go get my rapier.” Trina was the only one that has ever defeated him, but only because he was holding back against her. Sure enough she came back minutes later with her own rapier, it was just like Saeran’s but instead of diamonds, they were dark, onyx gems. “Death awaits you, my older brother,” she growled, trying to imitate a real warrior.
“In your dreams.” Both fought valiantly, thrusting and parrying Saeran tried not to attack that much because she was his little sister. She, however, seemed to be fighting back awfully hard. There was something in her eyes, something dark that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. He hesitated for a moment, he snapped back into reality and parried her quick thrust just in time. Then he spun his own rapier, disarming Trina, threw her to the ground and put his sword up to her throat, “gotcha,” he smirked.
“Look at your arm, I got you, too.” she was right, there was a little cut on his arm.
“Oh well,” he said helping her up, “lets head in for dinner.”
“So, how was your day?” asked the king back at the dinner table.
“Fine, I guess. I finished reading my book, and I trained a bit more. I think we should fight sometime, I’m getting really good.”
“Apparently not good enough,” the king chuckled, pointing at the cut on his arm with his fork. “If you let anyone get you, your dead.”
“Thanks for those encouraging words of advice,” Saeran muttered sarcastically.
“By the way, Saeran, when are you going to ask Sara out?” Trina asked.
“What?!? I don’t like Sara, what would make you think that?!” Saeran cried rather loudly.
“Oh c’mon, everyone knows you like her, aaaand I think she likes you, too.”
“Really?” he asked hopefully
“Yeah, she keeps going on about how cute you are and how strong you are. Honestly, I think your just a dork,” Trina made a face.
“Coming from the girl who still sleeps with a candle in her room,” he smirked. Saeran got up, “I’ll be back later, save the food for me.” Saeran called back as he grabbed his cloak and went out the door.
Trina had lied that night, Saeran got to her house and she laughed in his face. Oh well, at least he had a friend now. With that he lied down and went to sleep.
King Fredrick II was going back to his room. It was almost unbearable not having Saeran there, but then again he was safer in town. There were voices coming from the other corridor.
“Is the king nearby?” the first voice whispered.
“No, he went off to sleep,” the second one whispered back.
“Okay, did you notice Saeran’s been gone for a while?”
“About a week, right?”
The first voice got a little quieter, “Well we’ve almost cornered him, he is living in a little house on the west side of town. Apparently he is living with a roommate, how pathetic.”
“You mean we know where he is? Oh, the master will be so proud. Once we find him, he’s dead.” the second one muttered maliciously.
“Oh no,” the king thought, they’re still going to try to kill Saeran, and they know where to find him! King Fredrick ran back to his study, “Royal Messenger!”
“Yessir!” he saluted, reporting in.
“Go get my son and find someone to bring him to Tybard, immediately!”
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characters introduced
Saeran (18 ) (prince)
Saeran (peasant)
Saeran (14)
King Fredrick II (57)
Trina (12)
 Ember1257 · Tue Sep 02, 2008 @ 02:02am · 3 Comments |
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