• This book is unnamed so far xD;


    Soft breaths escaped past porcelain lips as a small form rose and fell, the smooth even breathing indicating that he was asleep. Silky locks of red hair fell into the eyes of the dormant, his pale skin seeming to glow in the moonlit room. A calm expression was placed upon his face, one of undisturbed peace.

    As the figure turned slightly, a more hardened expression wormed its way onto his face. His eyebrows creased in obvious distress, his head now openly lolling back and forth on his pillow, hands gripping the sheets until his knuckles turned white. Disturbing images flashed behind his closed lids as his bottom lip unconsciously tucked itself between his teeth.

    There was no where to escape. No matter which way he turned, it was always blocked by one person or another. Frantically, his body in a panicked run, he ran for the only place he thought safe: The woods. None of the others would dare to leave the palace grounds, for fear that they might be eaten by a bear or some other creature stalking the shadows.

    Sloppy footfalls echoed against cold marble floors while his own heavy breath flowed into his ears in short, quick gasps. His heartbeat was erratic, menacing fear surrounding it's very walls, the grip slowly squeezing out all rational thought. The only thing floating in this boy's mind was to get out of here. To escape into the beauty of the forest.

    Would he make it to the gates before they caught him? Or would they reach him, only to destroy him upon contact. The hairs on the back of his neck rose, alerting him that his followers were closer then expected.

    "Oh, God, I didn't want to die this way," he whispered, putting the last of his energy into his legs, causing his speed to increase dramatically. There it was! The gates! He could see them. A few more seconds and he would reach them!

    It was one second to far. Clawed hands came from both sides just before he could touch the iron gates. They encircled his head and neck, yanking him back with a force so strong he felt his feet fly out from under him. A yelp could be heard throughout the halls as he was dragged backwards, the nails digging into his flesh.

    Struggling against the unseen perpetrator, the young boy attempted to squirm free, his own claws sinking into the arm that held him captive. This earned him an abrupt, but still painful, squeeze of his throat. The boy whimpered and withdrew his claws, submitting himself to the attacker. He was never one for violence, and knew that if he did try to fight back, it would only cause him more pain.

    The hand that had wound its way around his head subsided, the one gripping his neck still having a firm hold. The out of view hand came back, this time drawing a glinting piece of metal that he pressed against the neck. A trickle of blood slid down the sharp blade.

    It was all over. His life had held no meaning. For God's sake, the boy couldn't even fight off an attacker! What good would he do living? In truth, he deserved this. For being the soft, weak prince he was. Weak royalty always brought disasters.

    Even though he'd made his resolve, a shrill cry could be heard before it was silenced by a swipe of the small dagger. The attacker pulled back after he'd made sure there was a deep slash mark in the other's neck. The boy was allowed to fall onto his back, his eyes gazing up at who had taken his life from him.

    Tears welled in his eyes as his eyebrows creased in confusion. His lips formed the words "Why...? How could you do this to me.....brother?"

    The answer to his unspoken question was a dark smirk that appeared on his elder brother's face. He slowly raised the arm that held the blade to his lips, his tongue darting out from behind his lips to lick at the metallic flavoured red liquid.


    Jolting upright, beads of glistening sweat rolled down his face. His breath came out in ragged gasps as his eyes darted around the room. What had happened? Where was he?

    The he remembered the wound on his throat. His hand quickly touched the place where the deadly gash had been. It wasn't there! This could only mean...

    "It was a dream!" he sighed, sinking back down into his bed. His head thunked softly against the pillows while his mind tried to decipher the dream he'd just had. Why was it his brother, of all people? His brother was the one person he trusted in this world!