Years (Larry Stylinson AU)

01 * Witches Land

And we finally begin with chapter one...

and also, I'm dedicating to @Anything1D, for being a nice commenter on the prologue :) x

 

    

Louis knelt down by the small stream, dipping his hands into the cool water that was barely an inch above the smooth, round stones at the bottom. He cupped his hands, lifting the liquid to his lips and taking a small sip.

  

He dropped the last of the water back into the stream and stood, shaking his hands off slightly before drying them off on his trousers. He looked around as he used the back of his hand to wipe off his mouth.

   

He looked up at the sky, where the moon hund suspended within the stars, giving everything in the forest a slightly blue tint in the dark night. Judging by where the moon sat in the sky, Louis could guess it was past midnight, but probably not much. 

  

He turned, walking over to where Whisper was grazing, and she looked up immediately, her silver hair shimmering in the moonlight, giving the illusion that it was changing colours whenever she moved her head. Louis smiled fondly, reaching up to stroke down the side of her neck.

   

"Where shall we go?" he mused aloud, not sure if he was speaking to his horse, or just to the forest. Whisper took a step back, none the less, kneeling for him to climb onto her back. 

  

The elvish prince laughed lightly, the sound echoing in the sleeping forest as he mounted the horse, keeping a hand pressed to her neck as she stood. As soon as she was up, they were moving.

  

Louis' shirt billowed slightly in the wind, but his brown trowers, which clung tightly to his thighs, cutting off just above the ankles, were too tough for the soft material to be tucked into. His thin, material shoes were pressed tightly to the sides of his horse, and his short, soft, caramel coloured hair was blowing around in the wind with his shirt.

  

In all, aside from his ears, and clear bond with his horse, he was unidentifiable as the elvish prince, though that might have been what he was going for. 

  

It wasn't that he hated being an elf, or a prince. Maybe it was the combination that he wasn't a fan of.

  

As an elf, he had powers, abilities, that others didn't have. As a member of the royal family, his powers were only stronger. He would love that, if not for the many restrictions being a royal came with.

  

He couldn't use his powers on a whim, and he had to only use them for others. Never for himself.

  

So he would often sneak out in clothes that were not his traditional robes - those being a white shirt that was snugly fit to his lean body, with a lavender embrodary along the colar and cuffs, representing the elf clan he was a part of, and white trousers that, much like the ones he was currently sporting, cut off just before his ankles. Shoes were thin, brown material shoes, that most elves barely ever wore - and would sneak out, and into the woods to explore.

  

He wouldn't get cast a second glance in his outfit. And he could use his powers as freely as he'd like, without the restriction of someone in their small village spying him and telling his family. The only thing he was currently wearing that was a tell of his birth, was a small silver chain with a stone on the end.