Short Stories That Define A Single Timeline.

A Broken Prince's Time

    

The usual midnight maestro brought the undergrowth of a lush jungle to life, crickets chirped, frogs croaked, and fireflies performed a coordinated dance around a small wooded cabin.

     Inside sat an Elemental Fox, he slouched in a chair, staring down at a scroll, lost in his own thoughts.

     His fur was a light orange, he held two sets of arms and eyes instead of the natural one pair. Ivory horns sprouted from his forehead, and his bushy tail held spines like a dragon's. On his back were a set of impressive wings complementary to his fur. If they were to be stretched out, they would hit the sides of the cabin. He had odd eyes, one was red, and the other was a shade of unnatural magenta.

     He sighed, twitching his wings uncomfortably. How long am I to remain here, if I stay any longer I'll become as feral as the wild cats...

     Suddenly, he became aware of another presence in his cabin, he searched about with his slick eyes, only to be left with nothing. Am I... Paranoid? He held up a hand to his face and rubbed his forehead.

Delirious, maybe?

     He felt cold, as if the humidity of the jungle surrounding him had suddenly disappeared, as if a sudden death had occurred. He shivered with anticipation and stared forward, then down to the blank scroll.

     Raw grief struck him as he dipped a pen into the inkwell and scribbled unto the page.

"Return to Regiver and give my family a proper burial."