HI EVERYTONE! This is my first Fanfiction so please keep that in mind Disclaimer: If I owned Pokémon there would bemanycouples

~*~ Normal P.O.V~*~

There is a boy sitting in a beautiful garden of roses with a Roselia. He lay aimlessly on the cool grass. Surrounding him, exquisite roses were in full blossom. There was such a large variety from the classic red to the Floribunda bushes that surrounded the piece of land. The branches of the Oak tree acted as a canopy from the raging sun. The tree stood right in the middle of the courtyard, rumored to be there at the beginning of time itself.

What was truly striking about this particular boy was his appearance. He had emerald green hair with matching eyes, a rarity found in this country. His body was not necessarily muscular, but it did not mean that he was not strong. He had slightly tan skin, leaving evidence of his time outside. Even when his face was twisted into a frustrated scowl, you could not help but be captivated. He wore a exquisite outfit as well. He attired a white button up shirt and a pair of dark jeans. He completed the look with a black vest jacket with gold rims and a forest green tie in which he wore loosely.

Who is this boy you ask. Well, it's none other than Drew Hayden, who is prince of the miraculous kingdom of Alice, famous for its breath-taking prince (of course) and eye-catching flowers. The once small town in the woods grew into a large empire. It was country by the sea, its wealth based on trade from afar. Surrounding it were other countries as well, tied through the alliance of Alice.

So naturally, Prince Drew would be quite a catch.

"Why are you so down?" his Roselia asks. Her green head was tilted slightly to the side, an inquiring look etched on her face. Her red rose gently touched his arm, waking him from deep thought. Anyone else who would have heard the Pokémon talk would not be able to make out what it said, but we already induced that Drew is not your typical male.

"Oh, I don't know? Maybe it's because I'm going to be forced to choose a wife at my birthday ball? Or maybe it's because I can't even say "No father, I want to find someone that I truly love at my own pace!" On top of it all Father gives my ball a lame name! I mean, The Birthday Ball? Where is the pizzazz?" the boy ranted angrily as he flicked some of his emerald green bangs. He glared upon the bright heavens, very much aggravated.

"It will be fine! Cheer up!" Roselia chirped encouragingly. She put on a smile aside from the usual smirk that was so similar to her master's.

"Prince Drew!" A frantic voice cried out. At the corner of his vision, Drew could see the stream of servants hysterically looking for him. Like a hoard of bees, they quickly evaded the courtyard, crazily searching for their "missing" to-be king.

The lad shot of from the peaceful spot, muttering curses underneath his breath. He glanced around, looking for another place to hide. It would not be a great sight when Drew's father found out that his son once again skipped on his daily courses.

After a restless hour of searching, Drew was finally caught at the royal garden. He was hiding in his original hiding spot, the large Oak tree. Even a troublemaker would be caught eventually. When he was found, Drew was sent directly to the king. He grumbled was he entered through the golden gates, guards at both sides.

He finally stood in front of a large throne. The throne was a beautiful velvet seating with mahogany wood for the chair itself. It was decorated with many valuable minerals, all but in a design of vines twisted up and around the seat.

Drew's head finally tilted up, meeting a firm glare. He grinned slightly, noticing that his father did not show much of a trance of anger in his eyes. They were cold, offering the fact that he was in his "King" persona. His hopes were dashed away when his father tilted his head down, signaling that they would talk about Drew's school actions at a later time.

"Drew, as you can see, you will have to pick a wife at your birthday ball. I believe you will choose well, my son," Drew's father, Ryou Hayden said firmly, cutting straight to the point.

He had emerald green hair, but unlike his son, he had golden colored eyes that showed the years of wisdom he obtained through ruling. He was a wise ruler, and now he was hoping for grandchildren. You want to spend your last days of your life with grandchildren, right?

"Yes Father," Drew told his father and king blankly, carefully masking his raging emotions. His father gave a curt nod as Drew excused himself from the throne room.

As soon as he was out of sight of the king, they boy shoved off the guards and started running towards the stables. The guards tried to run after him, but he was a master at sleuth. His eyes burned with rage, all of his previous front shattered into glass. He ran faster and faster, the anger feeding as his energy.

He did not slow down his pace as he reached the Royal Stables. He grabbed a saddle and hastily put it on a Ponyta. With the ruff leather against his fingers, he tightly strapped in the horse, his cool fingers in contrast of the warmth the Ponyta radiated. He swung his legs over the animal. With the entire ruckus, the stable boy dashed in, his face sweating in fear.

Drew looked down coolly and stated, "I am going out." His head was held at a high manner, reminding the poor stable boy who was of higher status. His emerald eyes regarded the servant coolly. He held no signs of guilt from being caught.

The boy stuttered, trying to convince the prince otherwise. His musty brown hair was covered in perspiration as he continued to ramble, "But sir! The king ordered me not to allow leaving!"

"I said I'm going out," Drew said menacingly. His face hardened as grabbed the servant's shirt. He yanked him forward, his eyes battling out the stable boy's scared ones. "Do, you dare defy me?"

"But what about your classes Prince Drew?' the servant whispered meekly, his will quickly being diminished by his foe. Yet he continued to hold eye contact, hoping that the prince would come to his senses.

Logic does not work on anger though. Drew gave one final glance, signifying what the servant would do. With that, he whipped the reins, bursting through the wooden doors. His silhouette disappeared as he continued through the back ways.

The servant gulped. "Yes sir..." He muttered to nobody in particular. He grabbed a broom and started to clean the messy area, shaking his head in disapproval. "That's another door we are going to have to replace." This was not a good day for the poor lad.

Drew rode past the back forest, his mind buried with thoughts. He pondered about his disapproval of this dance. It's not as if I think the dance is bad thing, I just someone to love me for me. Is that too much to ask? Or am I being selfish and not looking at the bigger picture?

Soon he made it to the outskirts of town. With his mind still riding with questions, he forgot the most fundamental thing: a disguise. His simple mistake was rewarded by a hoard of girls running towards him. They were screaming various things from cries of marriage to simply complimenting about his refined appearance.

Yelling at himself for forgetting such a simple task, he quickly directed Ponyta towards Angel Meadow. The horse reared upwards in surprise and gave a loud neigh. With that, Drew quickly sped down the dirt path, a trail of dust leaving the only clues of his earlier visit.

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Update as of 5/21/12: I just went through and edited the first chapter. I will continually do this with the later chapters before building up and updating chapter 5. I hope you stay patient with me and continue to read!