The Runaway Prince | SBI

𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖚𝖊

This story takes place in the past, as any good story does.

The Sleepy Kingdom was one of the largest nations in the world. Its ruler, King Philza, was preparing Dave to take the duties of leading the great nation. Dave was the eldest out of three children. His brothers Wilbur and Tommy weren't much younger than him. Wilbur was Dave's twin. Though they were twins, they looked nothing alike.

Wilbur had short, fluffy light brown hair that covered his eyes. Most of the time, he wore a black beanie. Even though Wil was royalty, he definitely didn't look like it. He mostly wore a mustard yellow sweater and tight black jeans. While Wil looked plain, his personality was, uh, something else. He was abnormal. His cheerful, self-confident, charming charisma could fool anyone, and his voice sounded like an angel, stopping people in their tracks.

Dave had long dark brown hair that fell to his waist. You could tell he was royalty from miles away. Underneath a red cloak with fluffy white lining, he wore a longsleeved white ruffled blouse with golden buttons matching the one that held his cape in place. A bright red sash hugged his waist with black leather slacks and tall black boots with golden hooks. His long, pointy ears were covered in jewels, like gold and emeralds. His voice was deep and monotone. Just his voice alone was scary. While he was fearless and independent, he was kind of boring. He didn't have that spark as his two siblings did.

They were polar opposites. None of them looked alike but, you could tell that they were all siblings.

Tommy had blonde hair. It was shorter than Wilbur's but just as fluffy. Like Dave, Tommy looked royalty. He wore a nicely fitted red doublet with a golden brooch of the Kingdom's crest on it. Under the jacket was a short-sleeved white ruffled blouse just like Dave's. Tommy also wore white jeans with nice dress shoes. His voice was loud and demanding, nowhere near as enchanting as Wilbur's. People often called him annoying and a nuisance. While he might not show it, Tommy was quite intelligent.

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It's bright outside. The sun is shining, the birds are singing a lovely tune, the grass is greener than usual and, the sound of the splashing water from the water wheel relaxes Wilbur.

"Come on, Dave, you got to be faster than that if you want to doge a sword." A guy in blue-tinted armor with a high-pitched voice says while knocking him off his feet and onto the hot pavement.

"Ugh, this is stupid; I know how to sword fight, but what you are doing is so dumb. Why would someone sweep the legs? Hitting the legs isn't part of sword fighting, Skeppy." Dave mumbles while picking himself up from the ground and brushing off his trousers.

"It is when it's the only maneuver I can do to defeat you. Get into battle stance so I can bully you more." Skeppy says, laughing.

"Unwise words, old man. I will crush all of your hopes and dreams." Dave replies, smirking.

The two start sword fighting again, both of the boys equally beating the other. Over by the stream, Wilbur is sitting underneath a tree playing the guitar, singing to the world. His voice echoes throughout the mountainous area. Tommy is next to him, lying in the hammock. He has his eyes closed and, He's enjoying the moment, taking in all of the sounds, the guitar, Wil's voice, the water, the birds chirping, the yelling of Dave and Skeppy. He is about to fall asleep when a guard marches into the courtyard in a hurry.

"The King requests Dave and Wilbur." The guard announces.

"Why am I never involved in anything?" Tommy shouts.

"Because you're only 14, you're still a child," Dave says, handing his sword to Skeppy.

"By definition, you're still a child! You're only 17!" Tommy pouts.