𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘼𝙍𝘾𝙃𝙀𝙍 • book two

001.

THE STORY OF A PRINCE

A middle-aged woman screamed in pain. She was extremely sweaty and surrounded by other women, her nurses. One young nurse ran to an elderly lady, the head nurse.
"Towel!" the head nurse announced. After one more push, a baby's cries cloud the room. The head nurse smiles and nods to the sweaty woman.
"A boy," she informed and the woman sighed in relief. The other nurses patted little cloths on her head to rid her of the sweat. It is a lot of work to push out a baby after all.

An armored man leaves the room and meets with an older man who was gazing out of a big window.
"Lord Miraz, you have a son," he confirmed.
"The Heavens have blessed us." Lord Miraz remarked, still gazing out of the window. "You know your orders."
The armored man says nothing and makes no movement.
"General Glozelle?" Lord Miraz repeated.
"Yes, my lord." Glozelle accepted and walked off.

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A soldier walks down a dark, empty hallway, oblivious to the cloaked man slipping into a room. The cloaked man walks into a bedroom and places his hand over the mouth of a younger man. The younger man gasped in fright but relaxes once he sees who it is.
"Five more minutes." he sighed as he turns in his bed, the young man had a thick accent.
"You won't be watching the stars tonight, my prince." the older man revealed. "Come, we must hurry."
The prince looks at him confused but gets up as the man pulls him to the side of his room.
"Professor, what is going on?" he sought.
"Your aunt has given birth," the professor trails off, opening the doors of the prince's wardrobe. "To a son."
The prince straightens up in the realization of why the professor was in such a rush. The professor opens a second, secret doorway in the back of the wardrobe and begins walking down a spiral staircase. "Come." he ushers the boy. The prince gets into the wardrobe but cracks the door as he waits and watches. Many of his uncle's soldiers, including General Glozelle, surround his bed, unaware of its emptiness. After a quiet countdown, they shoot arrows into it. Once they find it is empty, the prince runs down the stairs, having seen enough.
He grabs an armor jacket and a sword, he then gets on a beautiful black horse as the professor tells him his next moves.
"You must make for the woods." the professor explains.
"The woods?" there was obvious fear laced in his voice, as no one in their right mind would go into the woods at night!
"They won't follow you there." the professor pleads. He then gives the prince a wrapped bundle.
"It has taken me many years to find this," he commented. The prince cautiously takes it and places it on his belt.
"Do not use it except at your greatest need." the older man warns.
"Will I ever see you again?" the prince questioned.
"I dearly hope so, my prince," he reassures, patting the prince's hand. "There is so much more I meant to tell you. Everything you know is about to change."
After that, soldiers started shouting.
"Now, go!" the professor exclaims slapping the horse on its rear, making it run forward. The prince rides through the courts. Two soldiers yell at him, "Halt! Halt there!" but the prince continues to ride by them. His horse knocks the two men down and the prince grabbed one of their weapons. He throws it into a barrel, this barrel went up in flames, forcing another soldier to back away and the prince continues on his journey.

Fireworks are set off as a man starts announcing, "A son, A son!"
The prince stops his horse and looks back.
"Lady Prunaprisma has this night, given Lord Miraz a son!" the man continues to yell.

When the prince notices the soldiers coming at him, he takes off towards the woods again. The men chase after the prince through an open field, before he crosses into the wood.

All of the men but General Glozelle stop.
"Which of you superstitious old women wants to spend the night in a cell?" Glozelle threatens, but the general looks around warily before setting off after the prince again. The prince looks behind him every once and a while, to make sure the soldiers aren't nearing him. They follow him through another open field.
Then, they cross a shallow waterway, where their horses get stuck, and the men fall over into the rushing waters.
The prince flows through the woods as he continuously looks behind him.

His downfall, literally, as he hits a branch and falls off his horse. His foot, however, is still attached to the stirrup, dragging him along. When he finally gets his foot free, the horse continues on through the wood, as he just lies there, on the ground, in the middle of a forest.
As he's catching his breath, a door in the tree stump next to him opens and two little men come out.
"He's seen us." One says. The prince looks to his sword but doesn't get a chance to grab it before one of the men comes at him. Luckily, the man coming after him sees the horn the professor had given to the young man. The prince looks at it, then the man again, but before anyone can do anything else, the sound of horse's hoofs started to become clearer. Meaning the Telmarine men were gaining feet and getting closer.
"Take care of him!" The red-haired man commanded before going to fight off the Telmarine soldiers. The other little man comes at the prince, but he's too slow. The prince grabs the horn, placing it to his lips.
"No!" the man called as the prince blew on the horn. The man knocks the prince out with the hilt of his sword, making to noise stop abruptly, and the prince's vision goes black.

chapter one
THE STORY OF A PRINCE