seems your father is too much of a coward tha-" " My father is not a coward," I interrupted. " So you think but once you know-" " Just tell me, Penelope." " Daniel, don't be like that with me." " Well, how am I suppose to react when a cousin kisses me? I don't think they teach you that in in school." " Daniel, I'm not your cousin. You-" " Yes, you are. Unless....are you adopted?" " What? No. Daniel, let me tell you." " Then tell me!" I snapped. " You keep interrupting me!" " Well, I'm sorry but I'm just......I'm confused and...angry. Penelope, I loved you like a sister. Why did you ruin that?" " Daniel, I'm sorry but I don't want you to love me like a sister," she whispered. I shook my head. " And I won't. Not anymore." " Wha-" " Tell the story, Penelope." She huffed. " Daniel.....fine. I'll tell you but don't hate me. Hate your father." " Tell the story or I'm leaving." " Okay! Your father has been hiding a secret from you as you already can guess. The reason I know is because my mother told me. When your father was young, he was told to marry to get crowned." I nodded. " Yes, it's tradition ever since my great grandfather established it but I didn't know we had to marry this young." " Yes, that is right. My great grandfather, William, I believe was his name." " Carry on with the story, Penelope." " Right. So as I was saying, Uncle Royce didn't want to become king but his father, William the second convinced him somehow. So Uncle Royce had a ball. There he danced with every girl and fell in love with this one girl. She had the blondest, straightest hair and the biggest, palest blue eyes. She was a true beauty but she had one flaw." " Wait is she my mother?" " No.....she was Natalie." " Who?" I was so curious I forgot to be angry. " Exactly. She was a street rat." " A street rat? No, my father hates street rats." " Haven't you ever wondered why?" " But if he was in love with her why would he hate them?" " Because she left hm out of the blue. All that remained of her was note. On the note it said she was a street rat and that she was…with a child." " What? Was it hi-" " There's more," she spoke softly. " Go on then." " Well, your father was then ordere to marry or else. So he did, eventually. He married your mother and then a year later they had a baby boy but the baby only brought back memories of Natalie. Your father went a week acting......weird. Sometimes he was a errr, ass which was considered normal for him ever since he became King," she laughed at her own joke but then her voice went back to serious, " but other times he was depressed. It was as if he had two people in him. After a while of that, he sent his army to look for her. He said he wasn't going to harm anyone while doing this action but he did. The street rats. They scattered as he burned down schools and houses. A month later, tired of being mistreated, the street rats rebelled. There was this big riot here, at the palace and during all the chaos, the little prince was stolen." " I was stolen?" " Don't interrupt." " But-" " Daniel, don't. So as I was saying, Uncle Royce freaked out. He went nuts. He sent army after army to search for the prince. He went so crazy that his best friend-what's his name?" " Who?" " The one who's always near him. He looks like Uncle Royce. He has his dark hair and eyes except he wears his long." I thought a while. " I haven't seen him lately. I heard he went to visit Luhrign." " Luhrign? You mean the village?" " Yes." " Oh do you mean Klaus?" Klaus was always by my father's side. He left to go to Luhrign the week before my ball. I don't know how I forgot him. " Yes! Him. Your father almost beheaded him but Klaus yelled ' if you kill me, you are powerless' and your father let him go. The villagers were getting suspicious about Uncle Royce's behavior. He calmed down and sent his personal army to steal a street rat's kid. They came back with......you." " WHAT?" " Daniel, you are a street rat." " No, that's not possible." " Well, have you ever noticed that you do not resemble your parents?" " I-I do. I resemble my mother." " Just the hair, Daniel but even that is different. Yours is more golden." " No, Penelope. You made this story up." " Daniel, think about it. Your mother has blue eyes and your father has black. How can they have a green-eyed baby?" " It could be passed down in the family," I tried to reason. " Daniel, no one in my family has green eyes!" " I do." " We're not family." I grimaced but my voice was surprisingly calm. " I have to go....thank you for telling me this." I grabbed the door handle. " Wait, Daniel!" She cried, suddenly and ran to the already half-opened, half-closed door. " Where are you going?" " Penelope, please move out of the way." " Where are you going?" I forced the door opened and slipped out of the room " Bye, Penelope." " But Danie-" she cried. I shut the door. She reopened it and walked alongside me. " Daniel, we can be something. We're not related. I've loved you for so long just give me a chance." " You're being desperate, Princess." She grabbed my arm. " Daniel, please." I laughed at her. She stepped in front of me. " Please." " No," I said smiling. I bolted to my door. I locked it and ran to my balcony. I jumped down and landed steadily on my feet. I began walking down the path that lead to the village. Maybe I'll find Mystery Girl.
Christal- The Prince
I rubbed my fingers down my flute. It was very old but precious to me. I began to play a fun beat on it. I closed my eyes and felt the music surround me. It soothed me and all my surroundings seemed to have disappeared. My mind was filled with white, cotton-like fog. The music continued its beat as a man with black hair walked towards me. I noticed he was wearing a golden robe. I wasn't scared of him, he showed no harm. As he got closer, though, I could see actual fire in his eyes. Shocked, I almost dropped my flute bringing me back to reality. Who was that man? Why does he look so familiar? I looked up at the gray sky. There was a loud growl nearby. I squinted and looked around. The growl came from the border line that separated the street rats from the villagers. I slowly and quietly walked towards it. I poked my head around the wall corner. A man figure was hunched over near the wall. I held my flute out in front of me. He growled again and hit the wall with his fist. I sucked in air. He's violent. I tightened my grip on the flute. " Uh, hey, man. Is something wrong?" " Who are you?" he grunted. " Who are you?" I shot back. He laughed. " Just go away." " I can stay if I want," I said standing in front of him with my hands on my hips. He stood up straight and paced. " No. No, you can't. I could get you arrested for being out here without permission." If he was violent he probably would have attacked by then. I poked him on the stomach with my flut as he stopped in front of me. " You do know you'll get arrested too, right?" He laughed again. The flute shook under my hand. " What's so funny?" I asked jabbing the flute in his stomach. He grabbed the flute and tried to move it. I poked him again even harder. He groaned. " Answer my question, what's so funny?" My flute was yanked forward. I slammed into his body. I felt warm breath hit my left ear as the man spoke. " Nothings funny." " You're strange." I pulled away and wondered if strange was good or bad. I shook my head. Why am I so calm? I tried to sound angry." Can I have my flute back?" " You can but it doesn't mean I will." " Give me it!" He laughed. " I don't feel like it." " Listen," I said tiredly. " It's morning and I'm tired. That's the only reason you're still breathing. Now don't make me angry 'cause I'll get more vicious than I have ever been before." " But I don't think you can get angry with me. You haven't yet." I was getting irritated. " Don't get too cocky. I can get angry and leash out any second." " Then why don't you?" I stepped forward until I felt his body heat. " Watch yourself now. Give me my flute and no one gets hurt." " Oh really?" I closed my eyes and tried to control my anger. He was pretty confident I wouldn't attack him yet....I was also pretty confident he wouldn't attack me. I licked my lips. " Who do you think you are?" I knew he was smirking. My hands trembled. " Give me my flute," I said between my teeth. He poked me with my flute. My eyes flew opened and I jumped on him. He fell backwards on the ground. I felt around for my flute. The shadow of the wall made it hard to see. Ours hands collided just then. He grabbed my hand and twisted it. I clenched my teeth to stop a cry. He twisted it more. I rolled off him and jerk my hand away. I wasn't completely angry for some reason. I stood up and adjusted my eyes to the dark. I could see the man's figure again. He had my flute in his hands. Quickly sneaking behind him, I kicked him. He fell to the ground on his chest. I quickly sat on his back. " Are you going to give me my flute?" " No." I hit his back. He coughed but didn't bulge. I reached over and gripped my flute. He held his end tight but I was still able to snatch it away. " Okay, you have it. Now, can you get off me?" " I can but it doesn't mean I will." His body shook as he laughed. " Okay." Is that all he has to say? I wondered. I blinked and felt myself being lifted in the air. Suddenly, I was on the ground. The figure appeared above me. He pinned me to the ground. " Get off me!" He ignored me for a long minute." This isn't like
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