The Last Brock

Hey so I wrote a chapter in W.T.F.Y.P.C and wanted to make a book out of it! So here it is! 1st chapter! (It's the one from W.T.F.Y.P.C!)

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Prince Shane's POV

I look around the corner then ran out the back doors of Elwood Castle and towards the forest that was in the background. After 1200 meters of sprinting I finally reached 200 meters into the bush. I bet your all wondering why the Prince ran from his fabulous life, right? Well my parents thought I was a good age for an arranged marriage to this rich girl named Aj Magellan, Great-great-great-great-great-granddaughter of Ferdinand Magellan, the great explorer. She was the type of girl who was with one guy one day and another the next. Only there for power and more money.

~30mins later~

I slouch against a tree trying to catch my breathe. 'Wow. I never knew my coach for cross country and track would be right!! The training and pain and work paid off!' I thought to my self. 'I wonder if there's a-' my thoughts were cut off by a bush to my left probably about 30 feet away from me started rustling. 'Take cover!' My brain shouted but it didn't take affect to my legs and arms, I was frozen in place. I squint and see something....big saucers that looked like.....eyes? I squint even more, 'blue eyes?' I think to myself while moving towards it. I reach forward without thinking and "OUCH! WHAT THE HECK!!!" I shout. It bit me!! It BIT me! Oh no! I bet it has rabies.

"Ah! I'm gunna die! I'm GUNNA DIE!!!!" I yell clutching my wrist, looking up to the sky, while turning 180 degrees. Then out of the blue I hear giggles. 'What the?...' I say while turning the other 180 degrees to see a raven haired beauty stepping out of the bush with a bow and arrows slung over her back.

"You can close your mouth. You will actually catch flies." She says throwing her weapons down.

"Who...who are you?" I say.

"Better question would be what are you doing out here...Prince Shane?"

Alyssa's POV

I smirk when I see his jaw drop.

"How? I-I'm not the prince and my name isn't Shane, it's Frank."

I chuckle. "And I'm Shirley, the queen."

"No your not!!! The queens name is Maribelle Ray-lee Elwood!"

"So how do you know that? And what are her 3 daughters names?" This should make him slip that he's Prince Shane even though I already can tell by his poor attempt to look like us "peasants".

" I just do! and She does NOT have just daughters! She has 2 daughters and 1 son who's the youngest! The daughters are Evanly Rose Elwood and Mary Ellen Elwood! And I'm-" he paused and physically face palmed himself. "Aw d- I mean drummer boy! Now will you please tell me your name?

I groan while picking up my weapons (or that's what the royals call them) and pulling my sack full of arrows over my right shoulder, my bow in my left hand.

"Why? I'm an exile. You'll go back and have me killed, like you did with the rest of my family 14 years ago." I say scowling at him.

"Skylar Clark?" He said worry in his eyes.

"No, that's my mother. Why don't you name every Clark, you'll figure out who I am." I say, keeping my voice strong while my insides clenched at the thought of my family that was slaughtered by royal guards when I was 4 years old.

"We'll there was John Clark who married Skylar Larson or Mrs. Clark. They had 7 kids. The oldest were twin boys-Jimmy and Jason (12), then Clarence (10), Freddy (8), James and Charlie (7), and they took in a little girl who was...." He turned his head up looking at me with his greyish-blue eyes. "How old were you when your mom and dad were killed?"