-Prolog: The Wall-

A wall.

Ten feet high.

Smooth as glass.

Black as tar.

Two teenagers of another species, press their bodies against it, straining to hear anything through the razor thing cracks.

Their young curious minds soaring through a sky of ideas and thoughts of what lurked on the other side.

It had been there all their life.

It had been there for centuries.

Though no one quite knew why it was there, or what was really behind it.

Though all they knew was, it was there for their safety, against the outside world.

But they were wrong.

-Chapter 1: Loss of Time-

"What do you think is on the other side?" Bastas asked, shifting his position so his small right ear was squashed against one of the bigger cracks.

"I'm not quite sure." Aurielle replied, shuffling on her feet and looking behind them. "But I don't think we're supposed to be so close to the wall. I mean, what if we get caught? We could get thrown into jail! Not to mention, what would your Dad think of me being around you? Low noble bloods like yourself aren't supposed to be around a higher royal blood like myself."

Bastas smirked, and glanced at her. A mischievous gleam brightened in his eyes. "But what if we don't? I mean, come on Auri. All the times that we have been out, not once has anyone found us. And don't be ridiculous, Auri. We've done this millions of times. Why would we get caught now, of all times? Besides, I hang out with you because you're cool. All those other rich kids are snotty and rude. They just want to be my friend because their parents said to. They just want the bragging right to say they were this close to the actual king." He grimaced and pulled his ear away from the wall, scowling and glaring at the ground. "They're just a bunch of jerks."

Aurielle giggled at his frustration. "Bast. That is too kind of you. They are worse than that. And you know it."

"I just didn't want to say anything that is not supposed to be said in front of a lady." He blushed, sheepishly ruffling his raven black hair. "It would be rather rude of me to say worse things then what I've already said."

She smirked, "You might not be able to say it. But I can." She peeled herself off the wall and glanced about. "RICH KIDS ARE SELFISH BRATS THAT WERE BORN WITH A SILVER SPOON! THEY ARE NOTHING BUT JACK-."

He quickly covered her mouth before she could say anymore. "Shhhhh. Someone could hear you. Proper ladies aren't supposed to say that."

Aurielle licked his hand, making him instantly recoil in disgust. Then he quickly wiped his hands on his trousers, trying to get her saliva off of him. "I hate it when you do that." He scorned, growing annoyed with her childish attitude.

She smirked, feeling satisfied with his repulsion. "I guess I'm not a proper lady then. And I wasn't actually going to say. I was only going to say butt."

Aurielle glanced back behind for about the fifth time since they arrived moment ago. "But still…"

"Come on Auri." His smile grew wider and he held out a hand.

"Bast-" She began, only to be cut off by the sound of distant bells.

Her eyes widened in realization. "Shoot. I have class. I forgot entirely about it." She pushed herself off the mysterious wall and started to run/sprint away. "See you later!"

"Yeah, see you…" He waved miserably. "I should really be getting back too. Before anyone really notices I'm missing." He pushed his raven black hair out of the way and stuck a pose of total boredom, leaning against the wall. "Not that anyone really cares that I'm gone."

Who was he kidding? No one really cared where he was. He could be murdered, kidnapped, or even mauled by one of the unidentified creatures, more like monsters, from the outcast forest on the outskirts of town. And not a single one of them would bat one lash at his unconscious body. There would of course be a funeral, because he was a prince and all, but it would be a small one. Perhaps no more than 50 people or so. But of course, Auri be there. She would be the very first person to show up, even before my dead body arrived. Though he had a sliver of loathing about her being the there, she would be forced to look at his pale and lifeless body. Which he did not want. Auri could barely handle it when her pet flame sputtered out into a pile of ashes. She literally cried for weeks on end and would have cried more if Bast was not there to comfort her. His heart sank a he thought about how she would take the news of his young death. He wouldn't be there when she peered at his decomposing carcass. No one trusting enough would be able to comfort her in the time of loss. They would all take advantage of her distressed time of need and use it only for their personal gain.

He growled at the thought. No one would ever take advantage of her ignorance and innocence while he was still alive, he would be sure of it.