Chapter 7: The Storm

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    It was lunch time and Popsicle, Wave and Solar waved over at Maestro and Frost to join them. They nodded and approached.

                     "Have either of you guys met Storm, yet?" Popsicle asked, curiously.

                             Maestro and Frost shook their heads as a tan prince with curly green hair walked over and sat down.

                         Solar scoffed. "Um. Excuse you, Storm but this is our table."

                               "You guys don't own it, ya know." Storm said as he turned to him. "Also, it's awfully suspicious that you're letting the new guys sit at your table."

                              "It's cause they're our friends." Wave stated.

                                      "Shh, Wave. This isn't about you." Storm snapped.

                             Maestro glared at Storm. "How dare you speak to my best friend, like that?"

                                             "Oh, please." Storm sassed. "Do I did to teach the new guy a lesson?" He paused. "Hmm. Yeah, I do." He then stood and picked up Maestro.

                            Popsicle, Solar and Wave tried to get Storm off of Maestro but with no success.

                    Frost watched the scene, carefully before he standing up and removing Storm from Maestro with ease. The other princes were speechless. He stared at Storm. "I'd leave me and my friends, alone if I were you."

                               "What're you gonna do if I don't?" Storm asked as he got in Frost's face.

                                        Frost said nothing as sent his elbow right into Storm's lower jaw.

                                   "Ow." Storm exclaimed in disbelief. "Who are you?"

                                                    "Frost Ice, prince of Finios." Frost replied. "Now leave us, alone."

                                                                 Storm then ran off before Frost could do more damage.

                                 Popsicle, Solar, Wave and Maestro all sat back down as they stared at Frost.

                                         "What?" Frost asked in confusion as he also sat back down.

                                         "That was amazing." Popsicle exclaimed. "Where'd you learn to do that?"

                                                  "From my dad." Frost replied as he stared at his food and poked at it.

                                                              "You ok?" Maestro asked as he put his hand on Frost's shoulder.

                            "Have you guys heard the story of my kingdom?" Frost asked as he turned to them.

                                                                         Popsicle and Solar shook their heads.

                                                                 Hmm, humans. Frost cleared his throat. "A few years ago, Finios was attacked by rouge gang, alone with an army of dangerous sea creatures. My father, King Acro, put me and my mom in a bunker where we'd be safe. However, he forgot to my sister in with us so, he sent her and most of our subjects to Lyrica to keep them safe." He paused for a moment as he wiped away the tears forming in his eyes. "Finios won but at a grave cost."

                                           "What was it?" Popsicle asked, curiously.

                                        "Most of the kingdom was destroyed and my dad was slain by the rouge gang's leader." Frost replied as he wiped more tears from his eyes. "My mom, Queen Pora, even had a statue built of my dad in the middle of the kingdom." He took a deep breath. "I cry every time I see it."

                                      "Oh." Popsicle said. "I'm so sorry, Frost."

                                              "Yeah, me too." Solar added.

                                                     "Frost, I kinda know how you feel." Maestro admitted, much to Frost's confusion. "My dad's no longer around either."

                                                  "He's not?" Frost asked, curiously.

                                              Maestro shook his head. "I'm ok, though."

               "Why?" Popsicle asked in confused disbelief. "I know if I lost my dad, I'd be devastated."

                       "I wasn't raised by my parents." Maestro revealed. "So, I never really met my dad."

                                      "Oh." Popsicle said. "That's sad."

                                           "Like I said, I'm ok." Maestro assured as the school bell rang.

                                       "Well, time to get back to class." Wave said as they all went their separate ways, once more.



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