Hey guys! Long time, I know! A while back I was reading Fighting For All That's Good and realized I could do sooooooooooo much better! So I decided to prove myself right. Here's the revamped version of Fighting For All That's Good. For those of you who have read it before, I'm going to mix some things up (can't be exactly the same the 2nd time around...what fun would that be?). For those of you who haven't read it before, well, you're just in for fun surprises all around!

Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Alone

Four Years Ago

Kingdom of California

Lawrence had never run so fast in his life. His legs was starting to ache on a level that he had never felt before. Being the crowned prince and first in line to the throne never required him to feel this level of pain or run this fast. But being chased out of your bedroom by rebel soldiers changed things very fast for Lawrence.

He burst out of the door and saw the stables, about a hundred yards away. He pushed himself farther toward his safety—a horse. He heard the three rebel soldiers pursuing him come through the door and hurry toward him. Lawrence pushed himself even harder. He was now only fifty yards away.

Twenty yards…ten…five…three…one…

He burst into the stable and shut the door, immediately searching for something to hide behind. There was nothing. He cursed. He decided now would be better than any to use his father's and defend himself, but the horses started neighing. He glanced over toward the animals and noticed one on the far end was already saddled.

Lawrence sighed out loud in relief. Thank you whoever did this.

He sprinted across the stable and opened the door to the stall. He jumped on the horse and immediately kicked it in order to get the horse to start galloping.

He burst out the other door, away from the three rebel soldiers who had just burst through the stable door.

He rode into the rain—sword in right hand, reins in the left. The sheer amount of rain plastered his linen shirt to his chest and his pants to his thighs. His shoes were already soaked from his hundred yard run before. He kicked the horse on both sides and directed it toward the gate, gaining speed as he went.

Luckily the only rebel soldiers he met were the ones trying to pursue him on foot. They had been doing so since killing his aunt in his bedroom just minutes before. He hadn't even had time to grieve.

"Lawrence!" A forceful whisper echoed throughout the prince's enormous bedroom. "Sweetheart…wake up!" Someone was shaking him. He woke up and saw his aunt, the queen, looming over him. A worried look on her face.

"You must get out of here now, Lawrence."

"Wanda? What's going on?" Lawrence sat up in bed and rubbed his eyes.

"Listen to me, Finn." There was that childhood nickname that his aunt only used when he was in trouble. "There are rebel forces inside the castle and they intend on killing the royal family. Your grandfather is already dead and I am sure you and I are next on their list. I need you to get out of here and run as far away as you can."

"Wait, what? Grandfather is dead?" The king is dead, Lawrence thought to himself. My grandfather. Gone.

Lawrence got out of his bed and stood right in from of his aunt. "You have to come with me, Wanda." He grabbed his boots and started pulling them on.

"No, I can't!" Lawrence stood up in protest after pulling on his boots. The queen continued in a more hurried tone. "You're the next in line for the throne, my sweet. The rebels want to get rid of any threats to their new order."

She stepped closer to him, taking hold of both of his hands. "I want you to run as far away and when the time comes, you'll come back and restore our family to the throne." She squeezed his hands. "I believe in you Lawrence Finnegan."

The reality of the situation hit Lawrence like a ton of bricks. A tear escaped his eye and flowed down his cheek. "But Wanda, where do I go?"

"Just get as far away as possible. But you will need your father's help." She scurried over to the old dresser that had been in his room since before he was born. She shoved it aside with great difficulty and a hole in the wall was revealed. Her body covered its contents from Lawrence's view.

"Here, take this." She handed him a sword and a necklace. The sword was the most magnificent thing he had ever seen. Made of the finest metal, it gleamed in the light of Wanda's candlelight and the full moon's shadow coming through the window.

She handed him the sword and he felt the power seeping through his skin into his veins, coursing throughout his body. Something about this sword made him feel more confident, but at the same time more afraid. She reached up and placed the necklace around his neck. It was just long enough for it to hide underneath his shirt. He looked down and saw there were two things hanging from the silver chain. The first was a small copy of the royal family crest. The second was his mother's wedding ring.

Finn's tears multiplied. As if losing his grandfather wasn't enough, the mere sight of something that belonged to either of his dead parents had drawn him back to a dark place in his past.

"You'll need these," the queen reassured him. "They will help you on your quest to reclaim the throne.

Lawrence met his aunt's eyes. "How long has my father's sword been in my room?"

"Long enough, my dear. It was placed there only to be used by you when you were in battle or in emergencies." She took a long, deep sigh. "Unfortunately, this situation is both." She placed both of her hands on his shoulders. "He would have wanted you to have it." She took a step back. She was obviously holding back tears.

"Take a horse in the stable. Use the secret passageway in the room next to you." She wiped a tear off of her cheek. "And sweetie?"

"Yes?" Lawrence's voice was shaky, tears streaming down his face.

"You will make us all proud. Your grandfather. Your sister. Me. Your parents. All of us. I just know it. I love you, Lawrence."

And before he lost his courage, he ran out of the room. He hurried into the room next to his and once the door was closed, he paused, thinking of a plan. He heard soldiers barging into his room. He hoped his aunt had hid.

Her scream told him otherwise.

She had sacrificed herself to give him his best chance at surviving. He was going to make the best of it.

Today was not going to be the end of him.

Lawrence rode until the rain subsided. He wasn't sure how long ago he left the castle, but the sun was slowly peeking out from the clouds, so he knew it had been long enough.

He maneuvered the horse into a slow walk until they found a stream. Lawrence jumped off the horse and took a few sips of water while the horse did so.

He sat down in the grass, sword sitting beside him. His clothes were still soaking wet and plastered to him. He felt exposed. He felt vulnerable. He felt immense confusion. He was paranoid. He was alone.

But he was also determined. Even if it took him until he was eighty-five, he would become the rightful king of California. His family would not have died in vain. He would make sure of it.

Ta-da! And it's back in full swing! Review and let me know what you think! I'll update soon! Have a wonderful day!