I posted so early today, I had to write more. I hope you all enjoy this chappie. It might still be sad though... also, a little heads up, things are going to be sad for a while.

Fatch frowned a bit as Thatch opened up the door to the front of his house, the prince in question incapable of opening it himself. He had a certain child in his arms right now, who had long since fallen asleep due to exhaustion and sorrow. And the prince couldn't bare the thought of disturbing him while he was in such a state.

As he'd expected, Moon hadn't been all too capable of handling the truth. The poor child was devastated... he cried more than Fatch had seen anyone cry in such a long time. It got to the point Moon couldn't move, and Fatch decided to carry him. They obviously couldn't remain in the forest at night- much too dangerous. So despite Fatch's own fatigue from grumbling down the cliff, he carried Moon as they walked home. Thatch and Richard had both offered to take over, as they understood the fact the prince was sore, but the older couldn't bring himself to let the child go. He saw so much of both himself and Thatch in this child...

Slowly he trudged his way into the house, turning into the living room. As gently as he could, he laid the child down on the couch, grabbing a near by blanket and tucking him in. He smiled softly before straightening up and walking into the dinning room, standing right between the two before grabbing their arms, leading them away and into the play room. He needed to talk to them, and he didn't wish to wake Moon. The poor kid needed his sleep...

Slowly the prince sat down on the softer sofa, almost immediately melting into it. Again, he was sore. A plush sofa like this was very ideal to him. He soon looked up at the children, who were seemingly refusing to sit. Fatch dismissed, however, and focused on Thatch's expression instead. The child looked torn, barely able to focus on reality even, and it was very disconcerning to the prince right now.

" Have anything to say kiddo? "

Fatch breathed, barely able to muster a smile. Again, he was exhausted. Thatch snapped over to look at him before frowning a little.

" I just... feel bad for Moon. And... I'm afraid of how bad his sorrow might get... "

" What do you mean Thatch? "

Richard asked softly, raising an eyebrow. Thatch sighed, closing his eyes sadly and placing his hands on his cheeks.

" I-I mean... I don't know how well he can handle sadness. I mean, he's more sensitive than Richard and me, and Flash knows I can't handle this crap. What if he turns to a knife? Wh-what if he turns to... "

Thatch choked, tears squeezing through his now clenched shut eyes, gritting his fangs tightly. This is how Fatch could truly understand his pain. And in a way, Thatch was right. Moon didn't seem all that strong on an emotional level. This fear was understandable... Moon could very well get depressed, and not handle it well. Fatch feared this as well... yet at the same time, he didn't feel like Moon would resort to anything deadly. Again, he was sweet, shy and timid. Perhaps he wouldn't even think about it. He prayed Moon wouldn't even think it...

Fatch couldn't help but wonder what Twilight and Nightshade had been like before the spell had been placed on them. They seemed nice- at least Twilight did anyway. He hadn't had a chance to speak with Nightshade...

The prince shook his head, trying to concentrate on Thatch right now. Slowly he stood up, hissing as his back cracked again. He stretched his back out cautiously before stepping forward and bringing Thatch into a gentle hug. Thatch sniffled, hugging the prince tightly, much to the others discomfort. Yet he remained silent and gentle began to stroke the child's hair.

He couldn't blame Thatch for his fear. He too held this fear. Moon was very similar to Thatch in many ways. And Thatch was not much different than he himself was. Thatch and himself suffered serious depression. He just prayed Moon didn't suffer from depression. If he did, this might be hard to pull the child from. The poor thing couldn't be blamed if he did suffer depression, he just prayed the child didn't try anything.

Sorry it was so short. I just needed a bounce chapter.

I posted before 12 over here! Woo! :D