The Prince of Arc - Part I

Chapter 2 - Nightmare

2.

Cameron and I kept talking for about an hour. Then once we were called to dinner by my mother, we both went to the dining hall to eat. After dinner, Cameron had to go do some yard work outside. He rejected my attempts at offering to help, he said I looked tired and should get some sleep. I will admit I was somewhat tired, but still, I feel so guilty that he has to go do that by himself, I wish I could help but he always insists he can do it on his own, no problem.

I walk back towards my room after a long debate with Cameron. Another bad thing about being royalty is that loyal people think that since you are royal, you are above them and shouldn't have to do the less glorious things in life. I want him to treat me like a regular person, and he has yet to do that.

My mind starts going on the conversation I had with Cameron earlier today. Could my father and the King of Drake be coming up with something for Sandrux? I don't care what, as long as it's good. It's awesome that they are even talking. Ever since the Drake's started their campaign to overthrow the Arc's government, their bonds have been broken. Has my dad finally accepted it as a thing of the past?

I enter my dark room. I refuse to say, "Turn on." therefore I don't turn on the voice activated lights. The light from outside the many windows is enough light for me. Instead I just walk over to and lay on my bed.

Even if my father got over the old Drake's threats would the kingdom ever be the same as it was before? I think, staring at my ceiling. Will the citizens ever willingly trade with one another again?

My mind gradually stops speculating the possible outcomes of the rumors and what could happen if they really are true. The tiredness takes over my eyes and as they grow heavy; I eventually fall in a restless sleep.

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Shouts fill my ears, only interrupted by the sound of breaking glass. Fire heats the air around me, and all I see is the flames surrounding my bed. I scream for my mother, my father, and then lastly for Cameron. No one comes to help.

What's going on?!

I continue looking around to find out what's happening, but the flames gradually grow too large to be ignored. I turn my attention to finding a way out. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a small opening in the circle of flames surrounding my bed. So I, without thinking; bolt through the hole, taking up the opportunity while I can. Dodging the flames by what seems to be like millimeters, I escape the deathtrap.

Without looking back, I continue over to where my expensive touch-screen computer/window once stood. Now, just broken glass; it just is an opening revealing my room to the village outside. I peek my head out of the opening to look for where the shouts were coming from.

There, at the bottom of the palace; stands a crowd of citizens. In their hands they hold anything from torches to bats. Their shouts of rebellion fill my ear: 'Kill the failure to leadership!', 'Look at what the Arc's call a King!' and 'Look at them, basking in their selfish glory!'

They are revolting against us.

I became too distracted in thoughts to realize what was happening around me, and before I react or resist, something from behind pushes me out of the opening.

Losing my footing, I slip on a piece of broken glass. I shift my back to the crowd before I fall down towards the screaming crowd of rebels.

Before I fall, I catch a glance of my soon-to-be murderer. She's a teenage girl who looks to be about my age. I see her fiery red hair burn in the glow of the real flames behind her, dancing in her restless brown eyes.

As I fall towards the screaming crowd of citizens, I hold my breath uncontrollably. I get closer and closer to the ground, and the rioters become even louder than before. They open a landing spot for me, and start chanting something. I couldn't hear anything past that moment, my senses were in shock.