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Chapter One: A War Begins and a Prince makes a Friend

A lone king with short brown hair and sharp hazel eyes stood on a hill watching the aftermath of the destruction of his kingdom. People were milling around, looking like ants, as they search for loved ones and remains of their belongings. A young man with neatly combed black hair and determined green eyes rode a winged black stallion up to his ruler.

The tired king spoke with pure authority, "I hope you have news, Reginald."

Reginald jumped of the stallion and bowed to the monarch, "Yes, milord. We found both of the princesses hiding behind a secret panel in the pantry and the queen was found injured, but alive, in the west wing."

The king nodded his approval before asking, "What about my son and the attackers?"

Reginald hesitated to answer, knowing his response would effect the kingdom forever. "According to eyewitness accounts, the attackers were three foreigners. They left shortly after the attack ended."

A beat before, "And my son?"

Reginald quickly dipped into a low bow, "I'm sorry Your Majesty. The infant prince is amongst the lost still. We searched everywhere, but he is not found."

Grief raged through the king. His only son, lost. Never to be seen again. If only he could of stopped the foreigners attack. The foreigners, its their fault! The grief the young father felt now turned into a blind rage.

"Prepare for war."

Reginald took a few steps back, shock on his features, "My king?"

The monarch let out a sigh, "You heard me. Prepare for war. Someone had to send those three to attack us, and until I get a confession, we will attack all the other kingdoms. That is a royal decree. Understood?"

"Yes my liege."

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A young boy of about five was about to save the princess. And by princess, a heavily pregnant dog that was watching his every move. The boy has short brown hair, with his bangs covering one eye, and the eye that showed was a sparkling hazel. He was wearing a red t-shirt and blue shorts with no shoes. The child picked up a stick and waved it like a sword at some rocks.

"Take that foul beast!" the energetic child cried out.

"Foul beast? I, young hero, have great power you haven't even seen yet!" a new childish voice spoke up from behind the young hero. Jumping, he turned around to see a young boy his age wearing a blue shirt and jeans with red sneakers. His hair is short blonde, and eyes a sparkling blue eyes also waving a stick like a sword.

The newcomer smiled sheepishly, "Sorry about the intrusion. Your little game looked like fun, so I was wondering if I can join? I'm Sky by the way."

The first boy looked Sky up and down, right before offering his hand. "Brandon, you can be the villain this time and tomorrow the hero."

Sky grinned from ear to ear, "Okay! Are we friends now?"

Brandon thought about it for five seconds before saying, "No, we are best friends now!"

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Sky and Brandon are now seven. They do everything together. They are in the same elementary class and have decided that Diaspro has cuties.

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Sky's eighth birthday is coming up. He asked Brandon when's his birthday. Brandon reveals he was left on the orphanage's steps as an infant and doesn't know his exact birthday. Sky invites him to a sleepover.

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The friends are now twelve. Brandon finally figured out that Sky lives in the palace because he is the crown prince. They remain the best of friends.

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Sky barely turned fourteen when his parents announce his engagement to Diaspro. Who seems to enjoy bullying Brandon for being an orphan. Sky went on one date with her, before coming home to tell Brandon that the second he gets a chance, he's calling the engagement off. No way is he going to spend life with a snobby princess!

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The boys are sixteen. Brandon looks the same as he did as a kid, while Sky grew out his hair. Sky was told he could go to Red Fountain if he hires a squire to pretend to be him for his safety. The prince chose Brandon, his best friend in the entire kingdom!

And it is at school our story begins.