The Prince that Wore a Mask (DNF & Karlnapity)

Part One - Uninspired

Introduction...

The clouds loomed over the blue skies one afternoon, as if threatening to erupt in rain and thunder. Late afternoon storms weren't George's favorite. In fact, he much preferred late night showers that helped him sleep. Good for drowning out thoughts, allowing him not much space to think unsound thoughts.

George tapped his pencil vigorously on his notebook, a wave of unsure-ness washing over him. Only a few months had passed since he moved into his own place with his roommate, Alex. George wanted to get away from the crowds of the town-city, to finally settle and write a story—something he'd always dreamed of doing.

The outskirts of the kingdom were subtle and quiet. George fulfilled his longing for an escape from reality in this settlement...A place where you forget.

Sometimes, he had to leave his home to go to the nearest town.

There would be crowds all around, people selling a variety of items in hopes of making their part in this world.

George, of course, was one of the many.

He often found himself bargaining with the townspeople for the rare flowers he'd find on the outskirts, which went for a high price in such a wealthy kingdom. Of the many plants he encountered, his favorite was most likely the Cornelius. He was unsure why, but he felt connected to it in some way. It wasn't something he thought about often though.

Alex was a student, but even so he had a side job at the town library. It's where he and George met, finding companionship in one another when realizing they enjoyed the same genres. They've been great friends ever since, and they often are able to build on each other's ideas. So, when George mentioned to Alex that he wanted to vanish away to a quiet place for a while, Alex insisted on joining him, and he would also work to accomplish his dream of becoming part of the kingdom's court. He wanted to defend those who couldn't do so for themselves.

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Part One

George slammed his journal shut, he turned to stare out the window, watching the rain pour. He was stuck, writer's block if you will.

Continuing his escapade of silent staring, he noticed a shift in motion.

His eye was caught.

He figured the color he saw to be either green or yellow. He always had trouble distinguishing the two, but often others didn't believe him. "They're two different colors, George, how can you not see them?" Everyone would always complain.

The truth is, he wasn't quite sure why his eyes couldn't see certain colors, but upon further research, he found a scholar's book in the town's library on the subject of something called "color-blindness". The only color George could see truly—remotely—was blue.

George stood up from his chair abruptly, and paced over to his window seal. The green splash of motion revealed to be the silhouette of a person.

The figure faced out to the woods, rather than George's house, leaving little for George's eyes to distinguish. They wore a dark cloak, black pants—and speaking of legs...they were tall—much taller than he or Alex, leading George to believe that he stared at a man. Most noticeably, was the refined outline of the person's shoulders, and how the light illuminating from George's house reflected onto them.

Alex won't be home until much later...No one ever comes around here...I wonder if they know that I'm even here...staring.......like a creep...

George adverts his eyes from the mysterious person, but then turns back around having second thoughts.

It was too late.

They were already gone.

George found it heavily suspicious that someone would be on his property during such a downpour, in the afternoon no less.

It was indeed strange...

If the person were a bandit, they would have come in the dead of night.

If they were delivering a letter, or something of the sort, they would have come early in the morning when the mailing systems ran.

Nonetheless, George had no time to think about it, he was supposed to be writing.

He sat on his chair, staring at blank pages.

"Ughhh," he banged his head in the table.

"Forget this," he stood up.

Since that wasn't exactly going well, George decided to switch tasks.

Tomorrow he would take a stroll through the town, maybe do some research to find inspiration on what to write.

A/N:
I'm trying something a little new here hah...
I've been having writer's-block on my own story, but I got inspired to write this.
I'm trying to write most of the story as I slowly release chapters, so bare with me lol
Thanks,
Minty