The prince stomped into his father's room, feeling angry, tired, and frustrated all at the same time.
"I hate my tutor. I hate learning. It is so hard." he huffed. His father lifted his weary, gray eyes in his son's direction, a white quill in his hand.
"Don't worry Kaden." the king muttered, and he resumed his work. The prince glared angrily at his father, seeing no moral support on his father's part. Resentment he felt toward his father's job filled his once again.
"You don't care about me at all…" he muttered. The king just shook his head.
"Kaden, please, my work is hard. Bear with me. I am sorry for ignoring you, but I really need to make sure that the people of Alagaesia are happy with my rule." Kaden turned away, and he left his father's room. He slammed the door with a bang, hoping to startle his father.
The prince was beyond angry at his father. Hatred filled him, as he glared at his father's room's wooden door. Still angry, he stomped into his own room, and he ran for the bed. He plopped onto it, and he sat down thinking hateful thoughts to himself.
Damn my father… he thought. And when was he a good king? He was too lenient with the people. And he put their needs in front of mine. What an ass…he thought, smashing his fist onto his bed, blindly hitting his pillow with his fists through hot tears.
Once he let all his anger out on his silky bed, he decided to go for a small walk. That ought to cheer him up. The thought of a walk on the country side pleased him, and Kaden went to his drawer and got out his blue, sheep skin cloak, and he drew it over his shoulders, and he put on his hood.
He pushed the wooden door open, and he trudged outside. Snow floated down from the gray clouds, and they melted once the touched the floor. The prince bent down and touched the flaky, white snow. A cold sensation traveled from his fingers, and he picked some up snow, and watched it slowly melt away in his hand. Kaden stood up, and clutching his blue cloak tighter, walked onwards.
Alagaesia was cold and dreary during the winter time. Crops failed, people died, it was horrible. Yet he wondered why his father bothered to fix all this. It was like it was meant to be. No use trying to fix it, right? Kaden smirked. Once I become king, I will use it to my advantage… he thought happily, looking around at the snowed in homes, and bare, trees, and the gray clouds that circled the dark sky.
Kaden continued to walk, looking at the scenery going about him. He bent down to touch the snow again. Kaden loved the snow, even though it caused so much destruction to the beautiful kingdom that he hated. It was so white, so pure, and so perfect. It was like how he wanted his life to be. Pure and Perfect.
The sixteen year old started to get hungry, so he went to a small eatery. It was a small wooden cabin, and Kaden had to kick a whole buch of snow out of the way in order to get in. Once he entered, everyone gasped. Everyone stood out of their seats and dropped in low curtsies and bows, so low some even almost fell down. Kaden smirked, and he strutted toward a table. The chef, seeing the boy's face, let out a gasped, and nearly tripped over his feet in order to go to the young royal boy's table. He stumbled, and he regained his composure, shaking uncontrollably.
"Greetings Prince Kaden, what would you like today?" the chef asked, stammering, his hand trembling. The Prince enjoyed all this respect, though he thought it was more worth it if he earned all this respect.
"Beef stew with some cornbread please." he said. He can eat better food at the palace, so he decided that he should not be so picky.
"With a cup of beer." he added. The chef nodded hastily, and he ran toward the kitchens.
"Hurry up!" the chef shouted. The workers were half asleep, not really caring about what the chef said, but once they saw who was in the restaurant, they let out a small gasp, and like speed of a horse they started to make all the food that he ordered.
In no time at all, Kaden was sitting in front of a warm bowl of hot beef stew, a huge chunk of cornbread, and a cup of beer sat in front of him, and Kaden chose his spot in the far corner, on a wooden stool. He ate while staring out the window, sipping his beer while stuffing cornbread into his mouth.
Once he was done, the chef quickly ran toward him again. Kaden raised his eye brow. He hated being watched.
Kaden reached into his pocket, and was going to drop a few crowns, but the chef didn't want him to.
"No No Prince Kaden its okay." he stammered, thinking that it was polite for royal member not to pay for the fee. Kaden glared at the chef, and the chef took a small step back.
"I am sorry, please forgive me!" the chef whimpered. Kaden snorted, and he dropped two crowns on the table. Pathetic. he thought, glaring at the chef, who was looking at the crowns as if they were some lost treasure. Kaden smirked, and he shoved the door open. Snow fell over the door, blocking the way out. About another ten people already gotten shovels, [who know where they got them...], and began digging the snow out of the way. Soon, there was a huge hole in the wall of snow, and the prince ducked down, and he climbed out of the small hole.
Kaden was outside again, shuffling his way back home. He was well fed, and now it was time he head back to the castle. He slowly walked back home, kicking the snow, letting it spray everywhere. He sighed, as he watched the moon glow with a translucent, white light. It made his blue cloak look black, and the snow dull gray. The trees were a dark, murky, black and yellow color, and the buildings, were purple as well. The place was getting darker and darker, not a place for an unarmed sixteen year old boy to stay, especially since he was a prince, he was a vulnerable person to go and attack. Kaden started from his low trot to a brisk run.
As Kaden was running, something his eye. It was red, like a ruby. He ran over to it, and he picked it up, looking it over carefully. It shimmered, and red veins floated through it. This stone was the most beautiful thing he ever seen. Instinctively, the prince brought up his hand, and he stroked it carefully. After a few minutes of stroking the stone, it dawned upon Kaden. I have just found a dragon egg! he thought to himself. I got to show dad this!
Taking his cloak off, he wrapped it around the egg, like a baby. Then, he ran toward the castle, not stopping to take a rest. From his brisk run, he was dashing across the city's sidewalks.
Kaden push passed the guards that guarded the tall castle, and he nearly crashed into the wooden door. He steadied himself, and he grabbed the silver door knob, and he yanked the door open. Not bothering to follow the rule in the castle "No Running", he literally dashed up the stairs, leaving dust [if there was any, since their maids did quite a good job cleaning the palace]
Finally, after many stairs, twists, and doors, Kaden was going to put his hand on his father's door knob. But something stopped him.
My dad would just ignore me... he thought. Kaden felt sadness creeping up to his throat, forming a rock hard lump in his throat. Kaden turned his back toward the cherry wood door, and, not even looking back, he ran away, far away from the door of his father's.
He ran past the knights that guarded the door. He didn't care if this was the night that gangs would roam the streets. He didn't care if he was the only one running down the sidewalk. He was going to raise this dragon by himself.
Panting, Kaden finally arrived at an enclosed area in the forest. Trees, shrubbery, grass, only green covered this part of the forest. The soft, damp black soil couldn't be seen in the tangle of greenery. This was the only place that snow did not fall.
"Dragon egg, please, promise me you will be safe..." he muttered. Not caring if he didn't hear any reply, he shoved the egg in a small confined space between a bush and the soft soil. He then grabbed some twigs, branches, and sticks, and he covered up the egg, trying to shield the glowing red of the egg. He looked back at the egg, which couldn't be seen. None could tell that there was the presence of a dragon egg in their midst. Kaden smiled, with tears in his eyes.
Without looking back, he ran toward the castles.
Years had gone by though, and nothing happened to the dragon egg. The prince, now twenty years of age, was getting impatient. He called up one of the guards. One of them came as fast as he could, and he drew himself into a quick salute, rather clumsy in his heavy silver armor. Kaden snorted, condescending upon the knight's clumsiness.
"You. Go kill children's parents, and then open an orphanage for them to live in. Make them work as hard as they could. I need to find someone who can get the dragon egg to hatch you got it?" he asked, glaring at the guard. The guard, in his silver armor, bowed into a clumsy little heap.
"WHAT ARE YOU BOWING HERE FOR GO!" the prince shouted, standing up. The knight backed away, and he started to run.
"WAIT!" the prince shouted. The knight turned toward him.
"Don't tell my father of any of this. If he finds out, I will bring my sword up to your little scrawny neck, and stab the pitiful life out of you. YOU UNDERSTAND?!?!" the prince threatened. The knight was beyond afraid, and all he could do was meekly nod. The prince seemingly calmed down, and he sat in his comfortable little chair again.
"Now you may go." he said, waving his hand in dismissal. Without looking back, the knight ran, tail between legs, and out of the Prince's room.
The Prince smiled, drumming his fingers on his desk. Once he got the dragon, he could continue his plans… He looked at the loose sheets of paper scattered all over the place, and he let out a small laugh…
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I hope you enjoyed it. ^^ Woow... Kaden is rather different o_o well anyway the stories protagonists will appear in the first chapter!! =DDD [readers: we think we have found that out already =__=] XD The first chapter should be up by at least April 27th, so please, bear with me till then. Thank you.