Fair Despite Love And War

Chapter 1- The Beginning

Stories range far and wide. From tales of danger and triumph to ones filled with mystery. But what makes one stand the test of time? Much like people, sometimes they end far too early and never reach their full potential.

Modern tales have constantly won against man's greatest enemy, time. But not with swords or magic, but with words. The magic of stories is unexplainable, but yet, so easy to master.

As we walk through life, we create our own story through what we do and the paths we take. How our own tales end is dependent on us. And only us.
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Mud splashed beneath the man as it stained his once quality tailored boots. The color began to wash away. The once bright and vivid gold, now replaced with a dirty brown.

His suit caught onto branch as he ran, pulling him backwards and throwing him to the ground. He quickly stood up and ripped it off the twig as if no longer caring about his appearance.

The sound of the rain crashing down onto the ground grew louder and louder and harder and harder. Soon it began to roar in his ears as if a bear was screaming next to him. A fog began to form in the forest he was in, blurring his vision.

Out of breath, he continued to sprint through the looming and menacing trees despite his body telling him to stop.

Had it been hours, days, weeks that passed? He didn't know or care. His legs began to burn and quiver, and sometimes stumbling from fatigue. But he forced himself to continue.

Time passed, he was drenched with water, his stomach was rumbling and his legs were weak.
Despite that he continued to run till he gazed upon the biggest oak tree he had seen. He knew he made it.

He felt around the bark till he felt an area that was deeper than the rest. He kicked the bark down and inside revealed a hollow room. Beforehand, he had made an emergency area for if any moment happened.

Closing the bark as if it were a door, he removed his now soaking backpack as he scoured for matches. Striking one with shaking and wet hands, it lit up. The man used his new light source to find a candle he packed before lighting it and setting it onto the ground, lighting nearly the entire room.

He threw himself onto the ground and allowed his sandy brown hair to touch the floor as it dripped with water.

Cold, wet, and hungry, he let out a small cry like a lost and hurt animal.

"I'm so sorry..." He croaked with his accent thicker than usual before drifting off to sleep.

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"No...No. Definitely not. No. No...Ugh.....No!"

It was an average day in the E-X kingdom, the rulers being Queen Free and King Free, two of the most current strong rulers of the kingdom. But they are not our main focus in this tale. This is a story about Prince Gavin.

And right now, Prince Gavin was sitting on his throne. Blankly staring ahead of him, one of the old castle workers was showing the prince various princesses, but he didn't want any of them. They were all very very beautiful women. But none of them stood out to Gavin, even as the worker told of their backgrounds.