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Thank you guys for reading up to this point, I truly appreciate it!

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WARNING:: ships are a coming, I have not forgotten.

------On with the story-----

The kind words given to boy of 10 are as ample as the wind that caresses his face as he dreams a very red dream at the hands of __

Levi! Please wake up!"

"Son please, open your eyes."

"Prince Levi, please awaken."

"Your Majesty, you are our purpose, you have to wake up."

"Perhaps if we make his favourite foods, he will respond to the smell!"

"Good idea, lets make a feast!"

"Healer, is there anything else you can do?"

"Do not worry My King, these herbs are the finest, and the young prince is very strong, why he even tried to tame a wild horse no others could."

"I will command the churches to pray for the well being of his soul as it takes it's tour of heaven."

"Will he die then?"

"Of course not My Queen, a mother's love can outcompete all the splendours of heaven if she wishes it with all her might.

"Did you hear, our little Prince is sick and bed ridden!"

"Really?! Come on!"

"Prince Levi! Your subjects pray for your safety!"

"Young prince, please come back to us."

"We all await your return!"

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'If you survive you could meet her!'

'So I hope you die, boy.'

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Who is this girl, for whom you would kill a Prince?

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Rian thundered through the forest with excitement filling her heart making it swell with a strange pride.

But the ransacked cottage that awaited was a needle to her ballooned heart.

Her second mother lay on the dirt ground outside the cottage, dried blood stained her dress, she was long gone and freezing cold.

The girl stood their in shock but her recovery to full mobility was quicker this time.

She dragged the body into the open doored cottage, her mother was heavy but still small enough.

The fire had been snuffed out and the same chill outside was in, still it was home, even if it felt nothing like it.

I have no one anymore.

My tears don't fall, it is too cold perhaps. I just concentrate on eating the stale bread and cheese.

Ms. Hilda had been placed under the covers of the bed she had slept in that morning. The woman looks less than comfortable, I suppose I hoped that my mother could appear to be taking a nap so that I could forget the pain I have caused her.

I look at the thin trail of red on the floor leading to the bed.

If it was just the trail of blood then I could get used to it somehow. I look at my mother's contorted expression, but it is a trail of sorrow as well.