Jaron is suffering. Memories and nightmares haunt him. But life is perfect. He and Imogen are married now, and he has been the King of Carthya for four years. But he misses his family. He would do anything to get them back, but that's impossible... Or that's what he thinks... Follow Jaron as he suffers through the problems that Carthya throws at him constantly, and see how the Ascendant King of Carthya takes charge once again. ------------------------------------ This is a "The False Prince" fanfic. It takes place four years after "The Shadow Throne". Some characters may be changed for this story to work. I own nothing except for my original characters.

"First things first, learn how to loosen up. If you really want to learn, you can't be so uptight." He said as he circled around me. "It's just weird, I'm not used to it." I said shyly. He stopped, standing in front of me. He sighed. "Look Gracie, I'm not saying you should be totally open and comfortable with this, but I'm saying, if you want to learn, you're going to have to learn to trust me. Do you trust me?" I hesitated, then nodded lightly. "Good." He said with a small smirk. "Now lesson one," he started to circle me again, "You're going to learn how to kiss." (cover by: BeautyDoesntWither)

A small baby girl cried out into the night, her voice filled with sorrow and terror. The scenes being played out around her crib scared her and the searing pain on her shoulder and forehead burned. It felt like her arm was being ripped apart and her head burned with a hot iron poker. As a one year old she didn't understand the battle for life happening before her but she did understand that her family was in danger and hurt. The noises were loud but the crying wasn't only coming from her, but also from her brother lying beside her. This is Lexie's journey, a tale of self discovery, a tale of learning about who she really is. Join her on her path of saving the people she loves, while falling in love.

In the year 2316, the world has evolved into a paradise. No crime, no hate, and no pretty. To distracting. The lucky ones are born with special abilities, but only the brains can survive, and the others, good luck. I am Evolet, and i am a pretty.