Unexpected Heroes

Chapter 1-Intro

Apollo POV./MAIN POV.
"RAID!"
That's common here. Other kingdoms, savages, beasts never seen before, the usual.
I'm Apollo. This lovely war zone is Arsalon, the laughing stock of the world. It's tiny, about the size of a pair of postage stamps on a map the size of a horse. It's either soaking wet, dry as the desert, boiling hot, or ice cold. It's pathetic. The best part is.....I'm the crown prince. Yep. The crown prince of two postage stamps surrounded by mountians and forest.
Arsalon's streets are jammed with merchants and farmers. Especially after raids.
Another issue I'd be delighted to share is that the genuises who built it made the castle two hundred miles of forests, surrounded by mountian, from anywhere in any direction.
But as poor as the kingdom is, it's home.
My lovely father, the king, cries, "APOLLO! Get down here!"
I groan, and get off my bed.
I walk silently down the stairs.
Dad clears his throat, and announces, "We will be starting the search today!"
I glare at him, and run off.
No! Please no!
Today my charming father has gotten the notion, again, that I need a lady. I, on he other hand, prefer being single mingle. More single, less mingle.
I trip over a loose cobblestone, and faceplant.
Ow!
I straighten out my jumbled legs, and push my black hair with bleach blonde highlights out of my face.

I look into a puddle. Gold eyes. White skin. Mud. Blood.
A visting guest chuckles at me.I glare at them.
My dad calls, "Apollo? Appoolllooo?"
I shove my hood over my face, and run away.
A gaurd stops me at the gate, and rips the hood off.
He sneers, "You're to be with your father."
I glare, and dance around him. I decide to leave my sword in it's sheath.
The gaurd grabs my arm with his gloved hand.
I try to break free. He laughs, and begins to drag me.
I resist.
A passing maid cries out in alarm.
She cries, "VIGILANTE! VIGILANTE!"
I growl at her.
The gaurd whacks my wrist.
I'm leaving. This has gone too far.
My black cloak snares on a rock, and the gaurd drops me.
I grunt, but soon take off for the open gate.
The feeling of running over cobblestones is like running on ice. I stop, coast, and keep going.
The gaurd cries, "Stop him!"
I throw my hood up, and make it out of the gates... almost.
A gloved hand grasps my foot. I trip, and everyone laughs.
I glare as the man puts me in manacles.
I try to think of a way to get out of this "search" of my father's.
I glare from under my hood as the gaurd shoves me forward.
The gaurd escorts me right into my father's chamber in the castle.
My father sighs, and asks, "Who is this?"
The gaurd rips my hood off.
Dad cries, "Apollo! What on earth are you doing?"
I simply stare.
He demands, "Well?"
I whisper, "Escaping."
He demands again, "Why?"
I say, "Becuase."
He glares, and asks, "Why Apollo?"
I simply state, "Because I don't want your little search. I want to live free."
The gaurds and my father laugh coldly, "Not happening. You'll spend your days here."
I reef on the chains between the manacles. They begin to break.
Then, dad claps his gloved hands.
The gaurds grab my wrists, and drag me away to my chamber.
They lock the door.
I sigh, "Why does this only happen to me?"
The sound of laughing gaurds feeds my anger.
I break the manacles off, and pick the locks. I've done it so much it's funny. They fall to the floor.
Thud.
I look out of the balcony. The setting suns' glow reflects my rage.
I whisper to myself, "I'll escape tonight. I'll walk right out. I'll be back by morn's first light."