The Prince woke up. It was a nightmare. He was a nightmare. Chains were everywhere around his body, as always. He slowly stood up, and fell down in the exact moment he did. Some strange signs were carved into the rock wall before him. Scribble, writing... Not his subject. He slowly pulled off his hood, to reveal long, dark and dirty hair. It was sad, thinking that plans for him were others but all he had always wanted was mercy and death. Make it quicker. The dark prince opened his mouth, his throat tightened. He was ready to give a sound to memories and words that filled him every efe. Was all he had, damned souls apart. The cell cracked open and the Prince winced at the unexpected visit, didn't turn his handsome face, sick of death. "How's the most amazing creature of all the planets?" that voice. He remembered it. That cruel yet handsome face. The king. "What do you want?" the dark prince almost spat on the floor, facing the king. They were both damned by their beauty, both could see each other. He was in his prison for a reason. But the king had covered his face with a kerchief, avoiding to meet his hollow stare. "Humans know about us. Forbidden. We may be legends but I can't let this happen again, be cursed again for something I didn't ask for, again. My first stop will be in the thieves land. I'll haunt them all down till the last of them. I'll steal your Mascot for it." He was telling no one, he never did. He was a king, he feared to come back to his true being. "The king of the unknown was known for his selfish manners" ... the kind troubadour who used to speak loud enough for him to hear, to make him feel less lonely than he was. They were both legends that were coming back to the light, but he was sick of fighting. For a better life, for a better hafa.
"You'll take your whiny back with me, I'll not let you refuse. No one must know."
He meant trouble but light seemed a close possibility, far hope gone.
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Hunt of the thief
Fantasy"Always look up at the starry sky, when you lose the way, my dear Raena" her grandmother used to tell her. For her whole childhood, Raena wondered if her grandmother had a specific reason why. Raena was now twenty, her grandmother was dead so were h...
