Prince Charming POV
He is such a kind man. Strange, but in a good way. And this unreadable emotion in his eyes, whicjh are full of them. You can see sincerity, concern, kindness, care, love for that little girl, and something that is completly out of place. Something like...pain? sorrow?fear? I don't know for sure but it's something sad. One thing I know for sure, he won't give me away to the army, the girl won't let it.
Aah his touch is so gentle and soothing. Just like girl's was. Speaking of her, she found me here when the dawn was breaking. Then tended the wound with some alcohol and wrapped it up nicely, heh, just like Sammy would do it. Then she started talking. Telling me where I am, who she is. A lot about her uncle Castiel, that her birthday were coming. What she likes, what hse does not. That she wants to know about her father. That the war is scaring her. That she is glad I'm here and that she will care for me. A thing that i heard from my mother a lot. I miss her. But I can't go back now with that leg.
About the leg. The damn soldier will pay for this. Why the hell would he shot a horse when they are needed so badly. As soon as knew thay were catching the wild horses and buying them, or even taking without permission from town's, I galloped in the direction of west from Louisville, to my mother and my brother in Lawrence. I needed to know that they are allright,that they weren't taken to drag cannon's.
I was trotting in the forest when one of the soldiers saw me. So I ran. I thought that the dusk will hide me but no such thing. He spotted me anyway, and after a second a pain shot through my back right leg. I fell down. The bushes hiding me, wheni tried to get up. Then I heard a noise similiar to the one cannon is giving, but I was wrong. It was the storm, when it started to pour form heaven I took my chance and ran. Then I saw this little barn, and nearly unconcious, limped here to just fall down on the hay.
Then the girl found me and I'm here. And I feel good and lucky. Im thankful that they wont give me out. And as I promised to the man, I won't get them in trouble. I'll be good this once. And I will try to be helpful when I will heal up enough to walk. Anything just have that hand on my maine stroking it so gently. And that smell of apple pie coming from the man. God I'm hungry. Even though this fodder is quite good I like he human food better. Considering the fact that I am one of them.
-Author's note-
Hey guys. (yEah right, liike anyone reads this). Well if anyone does, sorry for the delay. something bad had happend and i just havent had the will to write this further, to do anything actually. But not about me, about the story we talk. I think about taking it down. It is not anything interesting, just me and my sick imagination.