It was a beautiful night in the kingdom of corana, crickets were singing, the moon was shining, every thing was perfect. That is, until the prince of this lovely kingdom went to see his parents.

"WHAT?!" Flynn cried. " You heard us." Eugene said.

" Now Flynn don't get upset." Rapunzel said calmly.

" Don't get upset? DON'T GET UPSET! Why shouldn't I be upset, you chose a girl for me to marry! You didn't even ask how I felt about it!" Exclaimed Flynn.

" We only want what's best for you." Eugene pleaded.

" And you know what's best for me? Maybe I don't want what's best, all I ever wanted was freedom but you won't let me have that." Flynn replied.

" You know why we can't do that!" Eugene said raising his voice.

" Fine you want to go and ruin my life? Fine, but I'm not going to stay here so you can control me like you always have." Flynn said as he retreated from the room.

" Flynn you come back here right now!" Eugene yelled after him.

" We should give him some time." said Rapunzel.

" Sigh I guess you're right." Eugene said sadly.

Flynn was sulking on his bed, rethinking the recent event that had occured.

"What right do they have to take away any chance of my finding true love?" Flynn thought.

" They don't even care that I'm always locked in this castle, well not anymore."

Flynn thought as he jumped off of his bed and onto his feet. Walking over to his wardrobe he pulled out a satchel,

" I always knew this would come in handy." Flynn said, he then realized he'd need supplies if he was going to do this, " Now, the only question is how am I going to get everything I need, without making anyone suspicious?" Flynn asked himself.

He decided to get food and water first, since he'd have to get past the, very nosey and stirct head chef, Gerald. Unlike most of the other servants, Gerald didn't trust just anything Flynn said, so he'd have to be smart about this, he knew one slip up and his cover was blown, as he sneak down to the kitchen, he went over his plan in his head hoping that it would go off without a hitch.

Flynn finally made it to the kitchen, and was about to open the pantry when he heard a low grunt coming from behind him. He quickly whirled aroung to see a sleeping Gerald in a low bar stool, holding a very large rolling in hand.

Flynn sighed in relief when he realized the bad-tempered chef was sleeping, he slowly turned the pantry door-knob and opened the door but quickly stopped as it creaked loudly, Flynn winced at the sound, turning to a still sleeping Gerald.

He took a deep breath and tried again, much more carfully than his first attempt, he swiftly got what he needed and quietly shut the door. As soon as he did however, a large pot tipped over, causing a larger pot to tip and fall with a loud clatter onto the floor, Flynn looked over at Gerald who, hadn't even stirred at the sound.

" Phew." Flynn sighed, making Gerald jump right from his chair. " What is with all of this noise, 'ooh is there?" Gerald asked furiously, in a very thick french accent.

Oh yes, of course he wakes up now. Flynn thought sacastically.

" Ah Gerald, good evening you're looking well." Flynn said in the most charming tone he could manage,

" Yez, well what are you doing 'ere at thes time of night hmm?" Asked the chef, not falling for the bait, the boy's tone was much to sweet to be genuine.

Flynn started to panic, this was not apart of his plan. Flynn decided to improvise since his plan obviously wouldn't work, " Oh uuum, I ...should ask you the same thing," Flynn countered.

Gerald was not amused. " Pardon?" Was his reply. Flynn figured flattery was the way to go, as the man was quite proud of his profession, " Um, yeah you should be in bed, after all you did prepare us that delicious dinner, you simply must sleep you wanna be well rested when, you make yet another amazing meal tomorrow!" Flynn babbled on, while he was steadily pushing the chef towards the door.

After Flynn had pushed him almost out of the door, Gerald turned to speak. " You know maybe I was wrong about, your highness I shall see you in the morning." He said, and then he turned and left. Flynn almost felt guilty for tricking the chef, almost.

With food and drink off the list, Flynn was going to need a weapon, so he went to the palace armory, when he got there he was disappointed to see that most of the weapons there were much to heavy or big for him to weild, much less carry in his satchel. He kept walking until passed an old worn looking frying pan, he picked it up, yup definetly light enough to carry, He swung it around a bit, easy to weild,

" Yeah, this'll do." He said, putting the pan into his satchel, he went back up to his room to make his escape, because he couldn't exactly walk right out thr front door without getting caught.

Flynn closed, and locked his bedroom door, and looked around for something to help, seeing absolutly nothing. He sighed this was going to be harder than he thought.

He looked out his window, and saw that there was a balcony just below his window, and across from it was a clothes line that connected to the wall across the court yard, and a very conveniently located door leading outside the gates.

So, it's down onto to the balcony, up onto the clothes line, though that door and straight to freedom. Simple. Flynn thought.

He jumped down to the balcony easily, and grabbed onto the clothes line to slip to the ground, until he realized he wasn't moving, so he just climbed down the line, which was much less cool in his opinion. Once he was on the ground he went to open the door, only to find that it was locked, but it was a minor set-back do to the fact that his father had shown him how to pick locks when he was a kid, and his mother never found out about Flynn's newfound skill.

So Flynn picked the lock carefully, listening for each tumbler to turn, when he. Heard a loud "Click" he knew it would open. Sliding the door open, he took a deep breath and stepped out. " I did it, I'm finally out!" Flynn exclaimed excitedly, he started to walk out when he heard a squeak, looking down he saw Pascal looking up at him confused.

" Sorry Pascal, but this is something I have to do alone. " Flynn said to his chameleon friend. Pascal nodded, but wasn't about to leave his friend unguarded. As Flynn turned to leave, he failed to notice the small lizard clinging to his satchel.

Flynn looked back one more time, " I'm sorry mom and dad but I can't let you live my life for me." He said sadly, but turned away with a gleam of excitement in his eyes, it was time for him to live his dream.