"I want to go to the woods! As your prince, I demand you take me." An eight year old Alfred yelled at the young Jack, Wang Yao, only sixteen years old.

Yao only sighed, having been use to the conceited brat yelling at him. "Prince Alfred, why on earth would you want to go there?"

"I want to see some magical creatures, I heard they are in the woods." Alfred said as he glared at Yao, silently daring him to say no.

"That's dangerous, your only eight prince Alfred." Yao said with concern, knowing that if anything were to happen to Alfred the king would have his head.

Like he did his father...

"That's why I'm taking you, your not a Jack for nothing you know." Alfred said with a smug smirk, knowing that he'll get what he wanted.

"Fine, just be careful. I'll get the carriage for us." Yao finally relented. Leaving to get the horses.

Later:

The carriage came to a stop in the forest, still on the trail. Both Yao and Alfred stepped out in their very fancy clothing. Alfred had khaki colored shorts that reached his knees, and a blue buttoned-up vest that was long sleeved. He had bright blonde hair with that one stubborn cowlick that never seemed to go down. A crown sat comfortably on his head, signaling that the small eight year old boy is indeed a prince. Yao had black pants, a white buttoned-up shirt with a dark blue cardigan. Yes, they were fashionable.

"Let's go looking, hopefully we find a dragon!" Alfred said impatiently. Having a very worried Yao following him.

Five minutes into their walk, Alfred decided to ditch the annoying Jack. Once Alfred seen Yao look at a deer running through some bushes, he ran for it.

Just to trip over a rock.

He rolled down a hill, stopping when he hit the bottom. Alfred sat up, rubbing his head from the sudden fall. Cursing his own clumsiness, Alfred opened his eyes to look around. He turned to the left to see the most beautiful sight. A lake, the bluest he has ever seen, with a wide open field.

He walked further in, looking at the details of the new land. He was so lost in his wonderment that he didn't see the human body in front of him. Successfully tripping twice in under 5 minutes.

"Watch where your going wanker! Someone was sleeping here!" Yelled a very pissed off british. Alfred sat up and turned to the voice. The boy, who looked older than him, finally turned to see who tripped over him.

"Wait, how did you even find this place? You look like you came straight from the royal palace." The British said looking at Alfred in wonder.

"You look like you came from the dump peasant!" Alfred quickly retorted. He had a bad habit of being a jerk without thinking about it. Arthur stood up, glaring at the small boy with his harsh emerald colored eyes.

"What did you say." He said through gritted teeth. Alfred quickly stood up, and with a smug look, said, "peasant, I called you a peasant. If I were you I would watch how you talk to me! I'm the prince, soon to be king, of spades!"

Slap

Arthur stood, glaring at Alfred. Alfred had a look of surprise and disbelief on his face. He brought his hands to his stinging cheek.

"I despise people like you. Who think that your so above others that you can't even give them a bit of respect. The king we have now is a cruel being, someone who should have never seen a crown. With that horrible attitude of yours, there is no way I'll ever call you my king. Like father like son" Arthur spoke with venom.

No one, no one has ever spoke like this to Alfred. He couldn't even form words. Even when the older boy turned and left.

Alfred looked down and to his surprise found a book. The boy must have forgotten it when he stormed off. Alfred picked up the book, and ran to where the trail was.

Elsewhere:

"Alfred!! Where are you!" Yao screamed for the hundredth time. "I'm so going to be dead meat" he whispered to himself in agony. Finally, he looked and in the distance saw a small blue figure coming from the trail.

"Alfred!" Yao said as he ran towards the prince. "You had me worried sick! You never know what you'll find in these woods!"

Alfred looked at Yao, clutching the book in his arms.

"Yea, you'll never know what you'll find"