The Artwork Prince

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It was quiet throughout the infamous art gallery of Seoul. Only the quiet pitter-patter of tiny mice feet could be heard on the cold, wooden floorboards. At the stroke of seven, a bright glow surrounded a particular artwork as a tall figure, stepped out from the art. He looked around, his dark eyes trying to identify his surroundings.

"Why am I out of my peaceful scene?" He questioned himself, "Where did the flowers go? And the sun? And the palace? Where is everything?"

One black, brown and white speckled mouse looked at him and eyes him in curiousity. The dashing prince walked around with a pale and slender hand just grazing across the wall for guidance as the gallery was in near complete darkness.

"Ugh..." He exclaimed in disgust. "This place needs to be cleaned." Then he looked at all the running rodents on the floor, and the dust which had stained his white gloves.

A few of the mice squeaked in horror and they all ran away from the prince. "Ugh. Disgusting creatures." He spat, then continued walking throughout the gallery.

One mouse in particular watched him from the shadows, following him. A few other graceful creatures came out from their artworks. A beautiful ice blue dragon eyed the prince warily but his gaze softens when he sees the young mouse behind him in the shadows.

"HEY! YOU THERE!" A night guard yelled at the prince. This startled his highness, causing him to run outside, where it was pouring with rain. The rain was heavy and the air was thick with the scent of rain. Within seconds, his beautiful light brown hair was soaked and his clothes with now heavy from the rain.

"DESPICABLE WEATHER!" He exclaimed in even more disgust. All he wanted to do now was change his clothes and go back to his palace. Little did he know, he wouldn't be going back any time soon.

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This only happened during a full moon every two months. He quickly realised he would have to adjust to the human world before he could go back. He sighs, running a pale but slender hand through his sopping wet hair as he looks around. The moon was high in the sky; bright and full as it casts its shadows around the park he had somehow found himself in.

"Well, I suppose I can just bare with it for now." He said to himself, then looked down at the ground while he was walking. The streets looked a kind of silver with the rain hitting against it. Puddles were forming, and the storm drains were running - some were over flowing with the water. The sound of the running water was soothing and relaxing in a way to the prince, reminding him of home.

As he was walking along the side walk, he looked down at the ground. Staring at the puddles, he didn't see anything, and that's when he realised something very important. His eyes widened and he bent down, slowly dipping a finger into the murky water. The water ripples and he soon makes the realisation - he has no reflection.

"AHHH!!" He yelled, jumping around. The prince could see everything and everyone around him, yet no one could see him. How did this happen? A few people walked past him and even through him. He looked at his hands to see them shaking violently from the shock. He cries out in anger, kicking up a few stones and nearly hitting a few people nearby. Although its a Friday night, he could see a lot of girl teenagers in REALLY short crop tops, skirts and shorts. The prince screwed his face in disgust at the sight.

"How did this happen? What is happening to me?" He asked himself, "How do I change back?!" The prince panicked, trying to find some possible way to get back to his visible form. No one could hear his cries as he continued to panic. The more he cried out, he realised he was disappearing more.