A Runaway Prince

Chapter one: Runnin'

 Snow started to fall once more, covering the ground with the cold, white stuff. It started to fill the boys boots, freezing his feet. He must've been walking for hours as the sun started to fall below the horizon. The boy, or Prince, in this case, finally reached a small village within the pine forest he was trekking through. Maybe he could ask for supplies.

But, something was off here. This village didn't feel right.

The Prince stopped in his tracks, suddenly scared. He didn't know if there was a monster or an ambush. Pushing the fear away, he forced himself to keep walking.

"It's not fair!"

He stopped again. He recognized that voice but when he spun around, no one was there. He kept walking, snow crunching under his feet. The prince felt alone, even back there, at the palace.

"It's not fair! I should have been a prince!" The voice was back, it sounded angrier this time. "I'm better, stronger, faster and hotter then you. Hell, I'm more mentally stable!"

The Prince looked around again, not seeing anything once more. He was really freaking out so when the hand appeared, he screamed. It gripped the corner of the house, clawed nails digging into the wood. The prince turned and ran, falling a few steps into it. The person could be heard running towards him so the prince struggled up and kept running.

The forest ranches grazed his face as he panted, eventually making it to a cave. It was reletively small but liveable.

~~((PoV Switch))~~

Maybe running away wasn't such a good idea.

Then again, I hated it there. The cold stone walls seemed to close in, wanting to squish me, to make me conform to what the people wanted. I kept wanting to send myself to the grave to avoid that. There was one person who made me feel welcome. His name was Canada, a royal guard who was mostly a loner. He invited me to eat with him, and he lended me books that were usually not allowed in the palace.

There were rumours, though. Rumours about us. So, the queen had to exile him. That was the straw that broke the camel's back. The next week, I started to develop a drinking problem. I couldn't take the loneliness from my only friend leaving. Then came the anger issues... And self harm. It wasn't going well. It makes me sick to my stomach to think about what it was like back then.

I settled down for the night, no fire as all the loose sticks were either wet or frozen. I was cold, shivering and chattering.

The song of the winter night rocked me to sleep.

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All done the first chapter, @Anem0-Ad3ptus

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