Hiya, again! 8DDD

SO, I'm back with another story. And it's gonna be a HUGE one. I'm also going to post this on Deviantart too, so my ID is 'LoveyLoo.' I'll also be posting art there too, so feel free to check that out! ^^

I'll be updating once a week, on Wednesday, so that I don't get behind and keep you guys waiting. x'D I uh... Have a bad habit of doing thaaaaat... OuO SO... I don't own PnF.

Enjoy! 8D


"Ferb Robert Fletcher, you cannot keep doing this! Thy life is a royal one. You cannot keep playing in the village with the peasants. This is an outrageous matter!"

King Lawrence of Danvilione stood firmly before his throne, looking angrily down at his fourteen-year-old royal son as they stood alone in the castle. The day had not started out as a good one from the beginning of the morning and had not progressed well either when the man had found out about his son's secret 'play-dates' with the poor children. He was a prince! Not a peasant. What was he thinking? It was 'unclean' to play with children that were not of royal blood. It would ruin the family line, and put a bad name upon the Fletcher kingdom, and Lawrence would not have that. But it seemed that his son would not obey without a fight.

"Father! You don't understand: those children are the only friends I have! You don't want me to lose the only companions I've gained over the course of my life, do you?"

"Son, use proper English!"

"I AM using proper English! Why can't you let me go and have my own life?! I'm tired of you controlling me, Father," the green-haired prince retorted, turning around angrily, "I'm going for a walk."

The grown man clenched his fists. "FERB! Do not walk out on thy father, young man! Thou wilt come here this moment!"

But the boy did not comply and proceeded to push open the door to the castle hallway and walk out of his Father's presence. He did not even cringe when he heard the king yell after him, his rage bubbling over.

Lawrence was always so concerned about him, always telling him that if he was going to be the next king he was going to have to become proper and 'prince-like.'

Didn't all the good kings interact with their people...? He thought as he slowly made his way through the large structure.

The Fletcher line was very rich, thus resulting in them having a lot more than a lot of other kingdoms. In fact, they were one of the richest; but did not bring attention to themselves, lest they wanted to start a war or some other unwanted feud.

Ferb stuck his hands in his large pockets, as he looked down at the ground, not even bothering to greet the maids and servants. He was dressed like a prince should, and he hated it. All of the jewels made him feel like some snotty, uptight snoot that did not care about anything but himself.

But it was how a prince should look. Whenever he was not in the presence of his father or some other royal being, he would instantly rid himself of any unnecessary clothing, which was usually almost all of what he would normally be wearing. All those pieces of gold, silver, rings, jewels and everything else that did not need to be on him. He really just wanted to feel normal… Just to try and live like everyone else… So he would go and secretly play with the village children. mm

But of course, as we all know, all good things must come to an end. The king had caught the boy in the act of playing in the mud with some of the smaller children in the village and was furious about it and had then proceeded to drag his son back to the castle, not stopping once and not speaking until they had gotten to their destination.

And boy, was he mad.

Ferb shook the thought from his head as he turned another corner and saw one of the many doors that led outside. He did not want to re-live those moments again.

The green-haired teenager merely stared at the door for a few moments, thinking over his life. As much as he would have wished, the rich and royal life was not the life he wanted. It was too much for him. The pressure of being king someday made him shudder with anticipation. He was a quiet, calm person… Not someone who would want to live a loud life and rule over a realm of power. He hated the thought of having the weight of a whole kingdom being placed on his shoulders... He hated everything about it.

And then there was war. Oh, horrible war. How he hated that dreadful word. What happened if he was king and he caused a war? Would his people hate him? Would he lose and have to give up his kingdom? Or would win...? What if he let all that royalty go to his head and he became a horrible king? What would happen then?

And then there was Mother. Oh, how he loved her... But there was nothing he could do right then. She was dying, that much he knew, and there was no cure to her disease. Why, those stupid doctors could not even figure out what the heck she had! They say she only had a little time left…

...And it tore him apart. She was pretty much the thing he lived for. He had friends, but they were not very close. At least, not like true friends. He had been lying when he said they were his friends. He was too stoic to try and make any. Too warped and worn to try. The only reason he did play with them was because he wanted to get away from his father and the castle life. Never made any friends. And now that the king had found out, there would not be anymore escape. But Mother... She was the one he confided all of his secrets in, the one who kissed him goodnight and told him stories of when she was younger, despite her condition. She was the one whom he looked up to... And she counted on him to keep her company. And he was there as much as he could. When he was not helping the village, he was with her. He was there almost all the time. More than he should.

He rarely ever ate anymore, despite his father's and the villagers' pleas from time to time. There was just too much on his mind, at the time. Soon, his mother would be gone and he would have pretty much no one left.

He did not exactly trust anyone. He wanted a friend, but no matter what he tried, they never seemed to stick with him. Did they think he was too much for them? Ferb wished he knew. Then things might be a bit easier, so that he would know what the problem was and be able to fix it and finally get...

...a friend...


Ferb sighed as he walked down the roads of the village, he was not in the mood to stop and talk after his chat with the king. He did not want to do anything but get out and get some fresh air; maybe even pick some flowers for his mother. Every time he thought about her, his heart sank. No matter how happy he was feeling that day, or how already blue he was: it always sank lower.

Lower than it should have.

Sometimes the prince thought he was sinking into some kind of form of depression, something that was slowly taking over him, day by day. Was it depression…? Or was it something else?

Ferb did not dwell on those thoughts and quickly shook them from his head as he passed by some of the village children. They waved to him, but he did not bother to wave back; which came as a surprise to them. He was never down like that, at least, not when they saw him.

But Ferb knew better. He may have looked happy on the outside, but he was slowly falling apart on the inside: with his father constantly reminding him that he was to be king in the future, having almost no friends because he shut the world out and most of all his mother slowly dying, the inside of his happy shell was a void and desolate world of nothingness.

He hated it when he would sit at the grand dinner table in the royal eating hall in the castle and the guests there would always try to ask him personal questions to try to get into him and see if he was worthy enough to become king. Boy, how he bloody hated it. Could they not mind their own business and go bug someone else?

He was fine with the maids and servants, for they knew better. And he was grateful for that. Maybe one of them should be the ruler… After all, they were nice too.

Who ever said that one from the king's family had to be the king or queen? Why could a person from the village not be ruler? That person could have better character than all of the kings in the world, and he or she would not be able to be the one to rule because of some stupid bloodline…?

Ferb's mind raged at that fact. His hands became clenched hard enough to make the knuckles white in his pockets and his feet began to assume the habit of picking a stone and repeatedly kicking it.

I'm separated from everyone else by a bloody stupid royal BLOODLINE! He thought angrily as his mouth began to curve into a frown.

As he walked further into the village, he heard a few people call out to him and ask if he was okay, but again, he only growled and shut his eyes, trying to block out the world around him before he got too mad and hurt someone. And that my dear readers, is something he would not like to do at all.

All he had to do was get to the end of the village, and there in front of him would be the forest. Nobody went in there. Ever. There was a rumor that it was haunted by some evil spirit, but Ferb did not believe in that kind of stuff.

It was probably some wild animal that scared the skin off of some traveler and started the lie, he would think, it's nothing.

Oh, how he loved the silence… The beautiful, welcoming silence. It was so much better than the busy hallways and roads of the castle and village. People were always yelling in the towns, telling others to move out of the way, others trying desperately to sell you things for money and food, no matter how many time you said 'no.'

He was just happy to be free for once. He quickened his pace when he started to near the road that led down 'product lane', as everyone liked to call it. That was the street where everyone seemed to put up their little shops and booths and sell things. That was the loudest part of the village, but it was the only way out.

Very clever of them, Ferb would think, to put their shops right at the entrance of the town…

The prince ignored the shouts of people and their products, yelling at him to come and buy something. He was the prince, after all. He was sure to have some gold with him…

But, Ferb never carried any money around with him. He did not like spending his money on things he did not really need. He shut his eyes and lowered his head, trying to get lost and be invisible in the crowd of noisy villagers. It worked a little, but not much.

He was bothered by shouts and cries of joy as people saw him coming down the road.

One man even came over and stood in front of him and held up a large juicy watermelon to his face, explaining to him over and over again how low priced it was, how ripe it was and how pleased the king would be. But Ferb would not have any of it.

The prince was fed up and just wanted a place to relax and let everything out; so with a loud, frustrated yell, he shoved the man back and made a dash down the product lane, not stopping up until he had reached the edge of the village. He just wanted to be alone! Why could people not see that? He rushed by tons of people, not bothering to say 'excuse me' when he bumped into a few. Buildings were a blur, and houses turned into smudged paintings as he ran. He would not stop until he was free. It was only a few minutes before he saw the exit of the town and finally slowed to a stop.

The green-haired teenage prince panted as he looked up to find his eyes looking deep into a beautiful green forest, full of life. He could hear the birds and beasts, and it was gorgeous. It was so much better than where he had come from! Ferb wanted to stay there forever, but he knew that his father would undoubtedly come and get him, which he would be mad about also. And he did not want to deal with mad kings anymore.

The young prince smiled softly as he watched a bird fly from leafed branch to branch inside the world of trees; it looked and sounded so innocent… Just what he needed to get away from things and think.

Ferb looked around as he slowly made his first step outside of the village and into the separate world of peace. As he walked, his steps as quiet as a cat's, everything seemed to disappear. His worries, fears and pressure seemed to dissolve in the quiet bliss of the forest.

And he loved it.

Everything was so beautiful, the birds and their song of gorgeous harmony, the wind and trees seeming to sway along with them creating a kind of music that was unmatchable in all of its glory.

The boy began to relax his tense muscles as he walked a little farther into the welcoming forest, and started to think a bit less stressed than he normally would. He had to put a positive spin on things, that was all.

Ferb kept walking for some time, looking and listening the whole way as he made his path deeper and deeper in, not daring to disturb the quiet songs that mother nature was in the process of singing.

He saw lots of things, flowers, mushrooms, many different animals as well… He even saw a nest of baby hawks and their mother, who had at once ordered the prince to mind his own business; but she had let him get a close enough look at her children before chasing him off.

He thought about many things as he walked, even things that had never come up in his mind, but what most of them were, I will not say… We do not want to be like the royal folk and get into his personal life now, do we?

Ferb eventually found a place to sit down and rest for a while so he would not lose track of time and go farther into the forest and have to travel the same distance back. He sat there for quite a long time, completely lost in the world around him. I think I would be too…

Wouldn't you?

It was only when he heard the screech of a young hawk flying above him did he snap out of his trance.

"Hm…" he said to himself, looking up at the sun, "doesn't look too high… So it's not quite lunch yet… father wouldn't mind if I took a little nap…"

And with that, the young prince of Danvilione fell asleep to the sweet, soft lullaby of the blissful forest.


What'd ya think? Good? Bad? Meh? Pff, what am I talking about, tell me in the reviews! xD Oh yes, I forgot to say something up there. I have a picture of Ferb up on dA, so go check that out if you're curious about his appearance. ^^

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