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Logic and the Prince

Logan resided in a village where everyone knew everyone. Unfortunately, it was easy for them to point out things about him that they didn't exactly like: he was more about exercising his mind than his muscles, he didn't try to flirt with the ladies or consider settling down with someone as ideal as the other guys in town did, and they even decided to make rumors on why he didn't take pleasure in socializing or going anywhere but the bookshop and the market. The man birthed poems and prose to the bookshop for a profit and even sent some of his contributions to literature to places overseas, but the people of his village still didn't seem all that pleased with him. As well as paying to keep his little house and keep food in his stomach, Logan was storing some of his profits aside so that he could afford to move elsewhere. Until he finally had enough, though, he resorted to finding places that were easy for him to travel to, regardless on if they're near or far from the village, in order to be alone with his thoughts since anyone else he has encountered would berate him for not being a "real man".

One day, Logan brought a notebook, pencil, and book with him on another wall to who-knows-where and, from the looks of his environment, he figured that he was in a part of the woods far from the village that didn't seem like the kind of area that would be occupied by too many people. Initially, he considered turning back, but the other places he wandered off to in the past seemed too familiar to him and one of his favorite wordsmiths stressed the importance of taking "the road less traveled by", so he decided to take a chance. He continued walking through more isolated woods and he couldn't help but feel inspired to write more. If not for the need to explore more, he would've just sat down against the nearest tree and written what his mind came up with.

Eventually, he stopped in his tracks when saw a castle that looked so barren. With plenty of struggle, he managed to get the gate in front of him open and wandered around the environment. He carefully walked inside and around the castle that clearly belonged to a wealthier family, but he knew not of what happened to said family of upper class. The patterns, paintings, and even the rooms themselves gave Logan the impression that the denizens of the castle had very elegant taste. To him, the odd things were that the place looked abandoned, yet didn't have cobwebs and there were paintings of people that looked newer than others.
Logan wandered around the castle until he looked out some windows and took notice of a magnificent garden. He stepped into the garden and looked at the flowers and plants that called it home. The many aromas of the plants filled his nose as he walked and he almost felt guilty for disturbing their peace. He walked halfway across a wooden bridge and looked down at a small body of water that was below his feet. He had so many questions, but he didn't have to wait too long for answers. He heard some large stomps getting louder and louder and lifted his head to see a being with dark crimson fur, the horns of a ram, enormous claws, and partially-torn clothing on it. Logan was stunned, but didn't dare run in case the creature were to charge. While Logan kept his eyes closed to go over his options, the footsteps grew louder and louder until Logan felt bits of fur poke out at him.

"Why have you come here?!" he heard a deep voice ask.

Logan slowly opened his eyes not fully believing that he was hearing the creature speak. Nevertheless, he didn't want to risk angering it further.

"I don't wish any harm. I came to find a place for brief solitude. There is a nearby village I am from that isn't exactly helpful for that purpose," Logan answered.

The creature backed away slowly, thus bestowing Logan some breathing room. He glanced at the notebook and book in Logan's hands and it didn't take long for the nerd to notice. Logan offered his notebook to the creature and he took it gently.

"Believe me, I'm merely a simple bard just strolling through life," Logan proclaimed.

The creature slowly explored the pages of Logan's notebook. He had an expression on his face that Logan could only compare to a person being reintroduced to an old friend. He was rather curious on whether or not the creature was fond of literature and how if he was. The creature looked up at Logan and handed the notebook back to him.