The Untold Story

By Jetboard kid

I own nothing, this is a fan fic.

Jet: Well I said I would do this- so here it is . This story is about Damas, Praxis and Molly who was mentioned in my first fan fic. This is them growing up.

Penny: Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

Chapter 1: The start of a friendship

A small girl ran out of the front of her house in the stadium section of Haven City. She was about five years old, she wore a light pink dress, a dress that almost covered her pink shoes, and had short puffy sleeves. It also had a ribbon that was a darker pink that went around her waist, her hair roots were green but as her hair got longer it turned blond; she wore it in pig tails. Even in pig tails her hair went just past her ears.

"Molly," a man called.

Molly turned around, "Yes papa?"

The man was tall and had short pale blue hair that cut off just before it reached his ears, he had on a white button down shirt, a tie that hung loose around his neck, and black pants that almost matched his shoes. The man walked up to her, "Stay close to home, alright? I don't want anything to happen to you. If you need anything you can call me at work."

"Yes papa." She said, hugging him, "Have a good day at work."

Her father kissed her and left, he didn't like leaving his little girl alone like this but since her mother had died he didn't have any choice; they were all each other had and- in his opinion- all they needed. But even with Molly being as smart as she is, being a single dad was hard.

Molly watched her father go and after he turned the corner she ran down the street; she loved her father, she really did, but he could be a little over protective. When he went to work she was free to do whatever she wanted. She went to the guard rail that prevented people from falling into the river; she grabbed it with one hand, closed her eyes and began to walk- never taking her hand away from the rail.

Meanwhile, just down the same street, two boys were up to something; one of them about seven and the other twelve. The older elf, a boy with neatly combed brown hair, brown eyes, a tight red shirt and brown pants along with combat boots, was tying a black bandana around the smaller elf's eyes. The younger elf had short white hair, with spiked bangs hung just above his violet eyes; his light brown shirt was baggy on him, his shorts where a darker brown and were also baggy on him.

The older elf laughed, "Damas, this has to be one of the stupidest things you've done." He said as he finished tying the bandana.

Damas also laughed, "I've done stupider things, Erick."

"So," Erick said, "Just to be clear, you are going to run down the street, blind right?"

"Yep." Damas said.

"Like I said… stupid."

With one last small laugh, Damas was running as fast as he could down the street not able to see where he was going, Erick running behind him. As Damas ran the people got out of the way so he didn't run into anyone, well almost, he did run into someone and he knew it was a person because he heard an 'OW!' He took off the bandana and saw a little girl with green-blond hair in pig tails and in a pink dress, sitting on the ground. "Sorry." Damas said, holding out his hand to help the girl up, she looked at him with ocean blue eyes.

"It's alright." She said, allowing him to help her up.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

"Yes." She said.

Then Erick came up, "I told you, you would run into someone." He said, a gloating smile on his face.

"Whatever." Damas said then he looked back at the girl, "I'm Damas." he said, then he pointed at his friend, "and this is Erick."

"Hello, I'm Molly Groveback." The girl said, not realizing she was talking to the prince of Haven City. Then she looked around, "Uh-oh," she said.

"What's wrong?" Erick asked.

"My papa's going to get mad if he finds out that I'm this far away from home. It was nice meeting you two." She said as she walked away.

Damas ran up next to her, "If you want we could go to your house." He said.

Molly looked at the two boys and smiled. She'd never had friends to play with before, "Okay, C'mon." she lead them to her house.

They got to her house and sat on the steps, Damas looked at the house, "Nice place."

"Thanks, were do you live?" Molly asked. Damas and Erick looked at her confused and then at each other; they both fell over laughing, Erick fell off the stairs. "What's so funny?" Molly asked putting her hands on her hips.

Damas, still laughing, waved a hand at her, "It's nothing, I just thought everyone knows who I am."

Molly started laughing too, "Why? Who are you, the prince?" She waved her hands next to her head exaggeratedly.

Damas pulled out a string from under his shirt, on the end of it was the seal of Mar, the symbol of the royal family of Haven. Molly clapped her hands to her mouth, "Oh! I didn't know." She looked at her feet.

"You don't need to treat him any different," Erick said "He's still a kid like you."

Molly looked at Erick, "How old are you?" she asked, changing the subject.

Erick smiled, "I'm twelve." He said.

Molly looked at Damas, "Don't you hang out with any kids your own age?"

Damas rolled his eyes, "I'm seven, he's not that much older than me. What, we have to be the same age to be friends?" he asked, still laughing.

"Well I wasn't saying that, but he's older then you by like five years." Molly said.

"So?" Damas said, "How old are you?"

"I just turned five." She said.

"Hey, you're just two years younger than me." Damas said.

The three kids ran, played and talked all day but then it started to get late; Erick looked at Damas, "Come on, we need to get home before it gets dark."

Molly looked at them, frowning, "You guys have to go?"

Damas looked at her and smiled, "Don't worry, we'll come back. Then we can play more."

"Okay, my papa's not working tomorrow, you two can meet him."

"Yeah, and you can come to the palace and meet my mom and dad."

"Okay," she said as they walked away "I'll see you tomorrow." She went into her house and realized how hungry she was. She had skipped lunch and hadn't eaten anything since breakfast. She went into the kitchen and made herself a sandwich, and then she went up to her room put on her PJs, then sat in her chair to read.

Her father came home two hours later. He opened her door and found her curled up in her chair, asleep. He went over to her and picked her up and put her in her bed. He looked at her; his five year old daughter, he thought about how he was always working and how she was always alone. He hated himself for it, but what could he do? He kissed her forehead and thanked the Precursors that he didn't have to work tomorrow. He walked out of the room and went to bed himself.

Meanwhile at the palace, Damas was eating dinner with his parents, Alexander, a very tall man with violet eyes and dark violet hair which like Damas' had spiked bangs that hung just above his eyes. Then Selena, a tall woman -she was only a little shorter than her husband- with long white hair that went to the middle of her back, her eyes were a light brown. Seeing as this wasn't an important dinner all three of them where dressed casually. Erick wasn't there, he knew that Damas liked to eat with his parents alone mostly because with them being the King and Queen of Haven he didn't get to spend as much time as he'd liked with them.

Selena smiled at her son, "So what did you and Erick do today?" she asked.

Damas looked at her, "Not much, we met this little girl named Molly when we were playing in the city."

"What is she like?" Alexander asked.

"She's nice." He looked at his plate, "I guess her dad works a lot because we played all day and I never saw him or her mom. Now that I think about it, she didn't even mention her mom."

"Well," Selena said, "I would like to meet her. Have her come here tomorrow, if you're going to see her, that is." She said, getting up.

"Okay mom." Damas said.

Now Alexander and Damas were alone, "So…" Alexander started, "how much trouble did you really get into day?" Damas had a bad habit of getting himself and Erick into a lot of trouble. Once when he was five years old he had gotten himself into some real danger at the pumping station with a metal-head, but that kind of trouble was unusual. Usually he got himself in trouble because he and Erick were doing something stupid… like young boys always did.

"I didn't get into any trouble." Damas said, crossing his arms and slouching in his chair "I just played with Molly all day."

Alexander ruffled Damas' hair, "Well if this girl can keep you out of trouble then I like her already."

"Dad!" Damas said, laughing.

The next morning Molly woke up to the smell of pancakes, she got out of bed and ran downstairs and found her father cooking; he turned to her, "Morning." He said, using the pan to flip a pancake.

"Morning Papa." Molly said sitting at the table. Her father came over and put a pancake as big as her head onto her plate. Molly grabbed the butter and syrup and put them on her gimungus pancake; she cut a piece and put it in her mouth, "Mmmm! Papa, you make the best pancakes." He turned and smiled at her.

She finished eating and then she heard a knocking at the door. Molly went to see who it was, she opened the door and standing there was Damas and Erick. "What are you two doing here this early?"

"It's not that early." Damas said.

"I just got up, it's early." Molly said crossing her arms.

"Molly, who's at the door?"

"My friends, Papa." She looked back at them. "You two should come in."

Damas and Erick followed Molly to the kitchen. Mr. Groveback, turned and was surprised to have the prince in his house. "Molly… your friend has a shocking resemblance to the prince…" He said, not really wanting to accept this reality.

All three of the kids laughed, "Papa, he is the prince." Molly said putting her arm on Damas' shoulder in a buddy-buddy fashion. Damas looked at her and smiled. Erick tapped the back of Damas' head, he and Molly looked at him and Erick started to make "kissy" faces. Both Molly and Damas looked at him in disgust; However, Mr. Groveback looked at Erick. "What?" Erick said confused.

"How old are you, boy?"

Erick looked at him; he didn't liked being spoken to like a child, "I'm twelve."

"Why do you hang out with little kids?"

"Because someone has to keep an eye on the prince and because Damas is my best friend."

Mr. Groveback looked back to where Damas and Molly were but Molly was gone, "Where's Molly?"

"She said she was going to get dressed." Damas said.

Not long later Molly came down; she was in another pink dress and her hair was back in pig tails. Damas' rolled his eyes, "Do you wear anything that isn't a dress, or pink?"

"No." Molly said simply.

Then the phone rang, Mr. Groveback answered it, "Hello?" He said, the three kids looked at him. He hit the counter with his fist, "What do you mean you need me to come in? Are you really that incompetent?" He paused as the man on the other end talked. "Fine, I'm on my way, but you better warn everyone that someone is losing their job. And that is a promise." He hung up the phone and looked at Molly.

She was looking at her feet, "You have to go to work, don't you?" She said.

He walked over to her and hugged her, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay papa. Damas, Erick and I can just play here."

"Or we could go to the palace." Damas said, "My mom said I should bring you there today anyway. My parents want to meet you."

Molly looked at her father, "Papa, can I go?"

Mr. Groveback looked at Erick, "Will you make sure she comes home before it gets dark?"

"No problem." Erick said.

"Then I guess you can go, just be a good girl."

"Yes papa." She said. He watched her leave with Damas and Erick. The three kids walked, "So, what are your parents like?" Molly asked.

"Don't worry, you'll like them. I told them about you last night."

"But we only met yesterday; you don't really know anything about me."

"So, I told them what I did know."

"Which wasn't much." Erick said, Damas punched him.

They got to the palace and went up the elevator; Molly grabbed Damas' arm when it took them up at ridiculous speed. When it finally stopped, Molly was the first one off, "That was the fastest elevator I've ever been on." She said.

"It has to be." Erick said, as he and Damas got off the elevator.

"Why?"

"Come on," Damas said, "I'll show you."

They began to walk down the hall; they walked passed a giant set of doors, "What's in there?" Molly asked.

"That's the throne room; I don't really go in there anymore." Damas said, walking right past the doors.

They went to a door in another part of the palace; Damas opened the door and Molly found herself in a garden, with all different types of plants, there were many different color flowers and so many different plants that Molly didn't know the names of. There was one group of plants that did get the young she-elf's attention. They were tall, much taller than her; at the top they were dark purple and had what almost looked like teeth. They all were moving up and down, all on their own. Molly reached out to touch one but pulled her hand back quickly when it tried to bite her, "What are those things?" She exclaimed.

"There just fly traps."

"No, fly traps are small and fit in a tiny pot! These are huge and one of them tried to bite me!"

Damas and Erick started to laugh, and Molly glared at them. Then a women's voice came, Damas looked over at her, she was holding a big plate of what looked like raw meat, "Hi mom, what's with the meat?" he asked.

"It's for the traps." She said, setting the plate on the ground. She picked up a slab of meat and tossed it at the plants, they all bent down and then snapped back up in an attempt to get it. One of them caught it, chewed it a couple of times, then swallowed. Damas, Erick and Molly came over, Selena looked down at the little girl, "Hello, you must be Molly, right?"

"Um, yes." Molly said, she was a little taken back by the queen of Haven City addressing her.

She gave a small bow out of respect. Selena laughed, "So, do you three want to help me with my garden?" she asked.

"I'm good," Erick said, "I don't have much of a green thumb."

Molly looked at her thumb, "Neither do I."

Damas laughed, "No Molly, he just means that he's not very good with plants."

"Oh" Molly said, a little embarrassed. "Then I guess I can help."

"Me too." Damas said as he picked up a slab of meat and tossed it to the plants.

Molly picked up a slab and took it over to the plant that had tried to bite her and held it out to the plant with shaking hands. The plant made a sniffing movement then snapped at the meat, ripping it out of Molly's hand. She pulled her hands back; Selena came over and stood next to Molly. The plant bent down, "I don't have any more."

"Molly it just wants you to pet it." Selena said.

Molly looked up at her, "But it might bite me."

Selena laughed, "They won't bite the hand that feeds them."

Molly reached out a shaking hand and patted the plant, "It's soft." She said.

"Mom," Damas said, Selena looked over at him, "the meat's all gone."

"Okay, do you want to help me with the rest of the garden?"

"No thanks." He said, going to stand next to Erick, who was leaning on a wall.

Selena shook her head and looked back at Molly, "I can only ever get him to help me with feeding the flytraps."

"I'll help you." Molly said.

"Well that's very sweet of you." So Selena showed Molly how to take care of the garden.

When they were done, Damas went over to Molly, "Come on, I want to show you something." He said.

They walked over to the barrier, Molly looked over it, "Wow, were up so high." She said.

"Yeah, I know." Damas said as he climbed up onto it.

Molly gasped, "Damas get down, you could fall!" She cried.

"I'll be alright." He assured her.

But his mother looked over, "Damas Mar, you get off that this instant!" she yelled.

He got down and looked at Molly, "So um, do you want to see the rest of the palace?" He asked, not daring to look at his mother.

"Okay." She said.

"Hey Erick, come on." Damas called and then the three of them left. Damas and Erick showed Molly all around the palace. Around lunch, the three of them went down to the kitchens. There they found Alexander just finishing his lunch, "Hi dad." Damas said.

Alexander looked up, "Hi." He said and then his eyes found Molly. She hid behind Damas, Alexander laughed, "I still see you." He said.

Damas moved so Molly wasn't right behind him, "This is Molly." He said.

Molly went bright red, "Hello." She whispered.

Alexander got up and walked over to them, "So, what are you three up to?" he asked.

"Nothing really." Erick said casually.

"Really?" Alexander said, smiling at him. Erick's ears dropped slightly, whenever the king looked at him like that it usually meant he was going to have to do chores. Alexander walked over to the closet and grabbed a broom and handed it to Erick with a smile that said 'get to work.' Erick took to broom without complaining and started to sweep the floor.

Damas walked up to his father, "Why do you do that?" he asked.

Alexander looked down at his son smiling, "He's the one that said he wasn't doing anything." Then he looked at the clock, "Well, I have to go." He ruffled Damas' hair and left.

After he left, Erick put the broom down, "Okay, let's get some lunch, I'm hungry."

Molly looked at him, "You're not going to do finish?" she asked.

"I will, I just want to eat first."

"No kidding." Damas said as he climbed onto the counter to get a plate- since he's too short for his age to reach up and grab one. Erick went to the fridge and got out stuff to make sandwiches; he set it on the counter as Damas jumped down, "Hey Molly, the bread's in that cupboard," he pointed to the cupboard she was standing next to.

The three of them made sandwiches for themselves. Damas looked over at Molly, "What?" she asked.

"Nothing." He said.

"Well it has to be something."

"No, it's nothing." He said.

"Okay." Molly said, starting to eat. After they were done eating Molly and Damas started to walk around the palace again while Erick finished sweeping the kitchen. "So, why did your dad make Erick sweep anyway?" she asked.

Damas laughed, "Because he said he wasn't doing anything."

"So your dad made him work?"

"Yep." Damas said, "Little tip, don't ever tell my dad you have nothing to do because he will find you something to do and believe me, it won't be fun."

"Thanks for the tip."

"What about your dad?"

"He would rather I didn't do anything. He likes to see me happy, that's why he works so hard and so much… he's not home much."

"What about your mom?" Damas asked, Molly looked at him with slight confusion. "Well it's just that I met you yesterday and I don't think I saw her."

Molly looked at the floor, "Well you wouldn't, I- I don't have a mom."

"You have to have a mom somewhere," Damas said, "everyone does."

"Not me. She died about two years ago." She suppressed a sob.

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay," she whispered, "I don't really remember her anymore; I can't even remember what her voice sounded like. So it's been me and papa."

"But you said he's always working." Damas pointed out.

"I don't get to spend much time with him."

"So what do you do all day?" he asked.

"I play by myself."

"You don't have any other friends?"

"No," she looked at him, "you and Erick are the only friends I've ever had."

Damas looked at her, "Well, if you ever need us you can always come here, and we can do whatever you want."

"Thanks." She said.

It was getting late so Erick took Molly home; when she got home she found the door locked, she picked up the mat and pulled out a key and unlocked the door. She waved bye to Erick and went inside, thinking about how she had the best day ever.

Jet: WOW! There was a lot to go into this chapter. Just in case anyone didn't figure it out Erick is the guy who grows up to be Baron Praxis.

Penny: What?

Jet: Not much to say here but TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK and I'll see you next time.

Penny: That's it! You're not going to say anything else about this?

Jet( Walking away.)