The Forgotten Prince

Footsteps

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As I lay on this cold floor, motionless, speechless, I listen to the small mixture of sounds that are all too familiar.

"This is hopeless, I'm going to die as a broken prince."

My voice breaks the meaningless silence.

"These "powers" I have are useless, they have no meaning anymore. As a child, I believed I could use these "powers" to free myself, but the warlock's words stain and scar themselves as the truth."

I roll over onto my stomach, and scratch my claws into the splintery wood. I think maybe I could dig myself out, but I'd already tried that to no avail. I suddenly became enraged, clenching my fists tight, and slamming them into the floor.

"What is the point of this!? I see no meaning! Where is the lesson!?"

I dig my nails into the floor, tearing out the weak boards. I throw them into the wall, sending splinters into the cracks. I stand up furiously, and kick the frame of my bed. It creaks in agony, proving the wear and tear from over the boring years. I sit in a corner, and hug my knees to my chest.

"I hate this. . . I can't stand this. . . This torture. I know what I did as a child was wrong, and I would give anything to be with my parents again. . . So what else is there?"

Tears drip down from my face, I cover the sobbing structure with my hands. I listen to my pathetic gasps for worthless air, and calm myself. I stand up, and keep my posture prideful.

"No, I refuse to break down like this, but what do I get from all this?"

I lay on the floor, a thoughtless movement.

"Maybe I could take my life, and be with my parents. That sounds easier than waiting on this horrid curse to break."

I listened to the simplest sounds all throughout the castle for one last time. I recognized everyone of them, the mice scurrying, the furniture's creaking, the howling of the wind that forever taunts me with its freedom. I listen to these effortless noises, until my mind becomes focused on a sound I haven't heard in the longest of times.

"Footsteps. . . ?"

I sit up straight.

"Footsteps?!"

I clumsily stand up. One thing this curse gives me, the ability to use a mirror to watch the castle, and through this mirror, my voice could boom through the castle, as if I was a ghost. I peer into the mirror attached to my desk. I can see them, but they cannot see me. I watch the towering front doors of the castle open, and a girl walks in.

Human. That was it. Another pathetic creature cursed upon this land. She had ratty light-brown hair. A few dark brown strands snuck their way into her skull. Her eyes are the same as the disgusting color of green olives. Her skin was so pale that she looked ill.

She ventured in, shutting the loud sound of furious rain out as she closed the gigantic door. She sneezed ever so quietly. She looked around curiously, and a bit worried. Her expression was boring to my eyes. I hear her plain voice break the uneven beat of her foot steps.

"H-Hello?"

I grimaced at the sound of her voice, then remembered my place as prince.

"Who goes there?"

Lord, my voice is still so teenaged sounding. It's pathetic, but low enough to sound threatening. I watched her shake in her stance.

"S-Skylar. . ."