Sealed

The Hunted

*Spirital successor to Sealed. Will get its won cover soon*

Frederick was running. 

Never in his life has Frederick ran so fast. 

Frederick was the prince of the whole fucking kingdom, but right now he was running. Dodging trees from all corners of his blurry eyes. He was bare foot and practically naked, only a cloth covered his manhood and even that was starting to fall to pieces. There were pursuers hunting Frederick like a wild animal. Northman, who had captured and starved Frederick for days. 

"Fuck" Frederick gasped as his toe hit a nasty rock.

It was bleeding but he knew he had to keep running. 

Northman are barbarians who would kill a weak, dying man as if they were breaking bread. Frederick turned his head slightly as he was running to see just how many barbarians where onto him. He spotted four before he hit something, something hard, Frederick fell and started to tumble and rolled down the mountain side. 

"Ahh!" fucking Northman! 

They captured me, starved me! 

Made me watch as my comrades were all slain before my very eyes and now I am falling, out of breadth, out of hope.

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Frederick landed on a rocky waterway, something had broken his fall, it was a hut made of wood.
The prince looked around and noticed that he had landed right into someone's camp. Shivering from the cold with hundreds of cuts and bruises, the prince looked around and then he heard someone.

"What in the blazing sun, where did you come from?" Frederick looked at the man who had a blank expression. 

He was short and fat, waring some nice warm cloths. 

"I need some clothes and a weapon, barbarians are on my trail. They want me dead!" The prince gave his most emotional expression and then the man spoke with a great presence. 

"Ah yes I can see that you're being hunted, but I am a Tinker, I trade for a living and I can only offer you one of these items." The Tinker pulled out a piece of long warm black clothing that would protect anyone from the cold, and a sharp sword. 

"Lad, I can only offer you this black clothing or the sword, business has not been the best and I need to make a living, I feel for you son, choose wisely." 

Frederick went numb, his hands where already frozen from his captivity from the Northman, and had no feeling left. 

The prince knew that if he chose the clothing he would be warm, but the hunters would follow and he would be killed. The Sword would protect him from the hunters, given that he would be able to fight free from shivering. Frederick was running out of time, the hunters where making a ridiculous amount of noise in the distance.