Prologue

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Vendethiel ran around the empty throne room,his bare little feet pattering on the ground as ran,his friend trailing behind him.

"Venny! Imma catch you!" Nemiron called out from behind the other male.

"No you are not!"the white haired elf looked over his shoulder,not paying any real attention to the pole he was about to collide with. Before he had time to turn his attention,he had already ran face first into the pole,causing himself to be knocked back on his bum. Nemiron dropped to his knees beside his friend,and gently pressed the palm of his icy old hand to the others forehead. A light blue glow illuminated from Nemrion's hands,healing the male's bruised forehead.

"Is that better?" The ravenette elf asked out of concern. "You need to be more careful, Venny. One day you are going to end up seriously injured. "Nemiron removed his hands from Vendethiel's forehead,replacing it with a small brotherly kiss on his forehead,causing Vendethiel to blush.

Vendethiel and Nemiron had been friends since they were really young. They lived in different kingdoms,but they were neighbors,meaning they came to each others Kingdom. Their favorite game was tag,they loved the thrill of the chase,wind flowing threw their shoulder length hair,bare feet snaking against the cold stone floors. When Nemiron had to go back to Imagine,he would break down into tears,and cling to Venny. On the other hand,Venny held in his tears,trying to put on a front for his father,seeing as his father saw him as a weakling.

Vendethiel climbed up the spiral staircase,ascending to his room at the very top,end of the hall,and to the right. His mother followed shortly behind,her knee-length hair falling over her shoulders. For her to be so old,she looked so young.

"Come on, Dal'hen." The aging women spoke softly,words of pure honey. She gently opened the door and ushered the boy in the room.Once they were in the room,she shut the door and began undressing the small frail boy,clothes being thrown into a pile behind the door.

"Mommy,why did Nem have to leave? Why couldn't he stay with me,in my room?" Ven spoke quietly,almost regretting his question after it had been spoken.

His words had taken Verya,his mother,by suprise. "He is only ten years old. He can't stay here on his own,maybe when he is older he can stay over. But til then,he will stay at his home at night. Besides,it takes a while to get home from here,you know that. "She smiled,wrinkles forming in her cheeks and forehead,indicating that she was old. "Now child,let's get to sleep. "Verya got off her knees and walked towards the bed,pulling the silky blankets and sheets back for Venny.

So much went through the boys head,like why he couldn't have friends over,why he had to go to bed so early and so on. He involuntary made it to his bed and climbed in.

"Good night,son. "Planting a small peck on the forehead,and pulled the covers up to his shoulders. "Sleep well. "

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⏰ Last updated: Sep 04, 2015 ⏰

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