Hey another chapter is up woohoo!! I like this story a lot. I hope you guys do to. Oh, in this chapter I'm adding another hero of the story (though we won't know his name till the next chapter!)

Trial, a runaway, a green headed guy and what's a billboard??

I stood there not knowing what to do.

"Thomas-" I whispered. Thomas' broken body lay on the ground below. I felt sick. I turned and looked at Christina. She sat there looking at me as if I were an ogre.

"Christina-" She got up and ran inside screaming. Moments later everyone was squeezing onto the balcony in disbelief.

Mother and father were quickly by my side. I stared over the balcony. I wouldn't look at them.

"Son- Tristan, What happened?" mother asked about to cry. Then Christina came up.

"I saw the whole thing." She whispered. Thank the heavens at least I had a witness. "I was standing out here talking to Thomas and Tristan came out here screaming at me and Thomas-" What the hell is she talking about?!?!? That's not true!!

"Well Thomas tried to protect me," She burst into tears, I clenched my fists. I knew what was going on here. I should have known. Christina was Thomas' Mistress, how stupid of me to think better of her. She was pregnant now she had to accuse me to save her own skin.

"He pounced Thomas and threw him over the edge!" She screamed again, wailing louder each time as if to make people hear how pathetic she was.

I had enough of this crap.

"This is not true! Not an ounce of this is true!" Two guards grabbed my arms, though more then enough to hold me, I wasn't fighting back.

Mother began to weep loudly and the soldiers drug me to the center of the ballroom and tied me to a chair. People gathered around hoping to hear my confession.

"I didn't do it! Thomas was attacking Christina-" I looked over at her, she wouldn't look at me. "I swear on grandfather's grave I didn't do it!" A friend of Thomas spoke up, he was comforting a little woman.

Thomas' wife. I told my version o what happened. Mother had stopped crying, Father was holding her. They both looked at me as if they believed I was a murderer.

"What? You don't believe me?! I don't believe this." I screamed at them. All was quiet for a moment.

"Son, we all know that you are the second son, and that most likely you wanted to be king-" oh god, I am doomed. My own father doesn't believe me.. "And in anger you might have killed him on purpose-"

"NO!" I screamed. I knew what happens to murderers, death or exile to the dark forest. I'd rather die then go to the forbidden forest. Ligars roam about waiting to catch innocent victims-

No I can't think this way. They will find some way to save me. They have to!

Father looked very distressed. I knew mother and father didn't look at me the same way as they did Thomas. Thomas was there first-born son, so they liked him better.

This is a problem.

"Guards, take him away." I thrashed around. No they would not kill me! I would escape! Then I stopped. I saw that the front gates were wide open. I could easily get away.

I stopped thrashing so they could untie me. They stood me up, holding me loosely, then I ran.

I ran as fast and as hard as I could. Running was something else I was good at. I could out run anyone, even Thomas. I ran threw the crowds of people in front of the gates, and I made my way to freedom.

I ran as long as I could, getting as far away as I could. How on Earth could Christina have done that to me? No wonder Thomas was mad at her. She is stupid like all the rest.

I hate women.

After awhile the guards gave up chasing me and I relaxed. Well I relaxed as much as a person could relax after they let someone die. Images kept running through my head. I couldn't focus. I went down and saw a sign that said 'INN' on it. I had read about peasant's inns. I've never actually seen one in real life though.

I opened the door and found a man sitting at a roughly made table.

"Hello my dear man how may I help you?" he bellowed. He stood up and walked over to me.

"Uh, can I get a room for the night?" he nodded his head and lead me up a stair way to the top floor. He pushed open a scratchy looking door and said "Here you go." And he left me.

In utter disgust I almost fell over. The walls were, nasty what little paint that was on them was chipping away. The bed, Oh the bed! It was no more then a blanket and straw.

Peasant life was going to prove harder then I thought.

*Knock* *Knock*

I rolled over in my bed burying my head under the pillows. What a nightmare! I dreamed I killed Thomas then ran away to the village. I opened my eyes just a little bit. Reality hit me.

I did kill Thomas, and I did run away to the village.

Whoa is me.

I sat up and looked around the room. It was pretty gross, looked like the old shed at home. All moldy and gross.. Ewe.

So my crown was sitting on the table beside me, an awful reminder of what had just happened last night. I picked it up smirking. I closed my eyes and relived what had happened, I could see father and mother crying, I could see Thomas's broken body, and Christina-

Christina.

That stupid girl, and why I ever felt sorry for her..

Well it's history.

I stood up and opened the shades to see the sun. Now, my first impression when I opened them was 'where's the sun?' there was no sun. I thought that I had gotten up real early because there was no sun, then I looked up. The building next to us was blocking it.

What an awful city.

I felt disgusting. My clothes were nasty all covered in dirt. I needed a bath really bad. Thomas always made fun of my hygiene and me. He always said that I was the cleanest person in Frell, just because I take a bath at least once a week.

Ok so that's a lot, even my own mother doesn't take that much. But being dirty is just, I don't know a fear of mine.

I started to take my shirts off (A/N Ok you all probably like what with the knock? Isn't he going to answer it? Well give me minute! He's gonna!) My hair was messed up, again. I need to shave it or something; it's so annoying.

When I finally got my last shirt off, I noticed a wash bowel. Oh thank god! I ran over and dumped my undershirt in it.

My undershirt was my least adorned, so I would wear it into town. Just in case the guards are still looking.

I washed it carefully, then used it to scrub myself. It was cold when it touched my bare chest. I have always hated the cold, avoiding it when possible. I continued to scrub, then I dunked my whole head in the bowl.

*KNOCK! * *KNOCK! * I jerked my head out of the bowl, sending water flying.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT!?" I screamed as I opened the door.

"Sir, please settle down I must speak with you." It was a boy about 16 years of age. I ushered him in pulling my wet shirt (did I mention it was black?) on.

"What do you need?" I asked annoyed by this interruption.

"Sir, I know who you are, everyone knows what you have done now, guards will soon be here, they are going door to door trying to find you. I saw you last night and recognized you. You must leave now!" the boy seemed afraid, so I asked him.

"Boy, why are you afraid?" I sat down next to him on the floor pulling my shoes on.

"Beg my pardon sir, its just that there are rumors about you being a magical being." I almost laughed at what he was saying to me.

"What do you mean Magical? I'm just a human like yourself-" he stopped me and pulled his hat off. Green. His hair was green. I jerked back pointing.

"YOU'RE A. A." he stopped my once again.

"You mean an wood elf? Yes..." he looked to the ground. "But never mind that sir, we must leave-" he said as he pulled his hay on.

"Ok, so- Wait what do you mean we? I was planning to go. No one ever said you could go with me." I asked flabbergasted.

"And how do you expect to get to Ayortha?" he smirked standing up.

"I don't know I'll- how did you know that?" I still was very confused. I stood up and picked up all my belongings. He pointed to his hat again.

"I am a wood elf duh. I know these things." He started to walk towards the window.

"What on Earth does Duh mean?" Now he was speaking some other language! I could choke him and I don't even know him!!

"Oh, it will be a popular word in about 7 centuries.." He jumped out the window. I lunged after him but lost my balance and fell out to. I let out a shriek, and landed in some thing scratchy.

Straw. I opened my eyes and found the elf standing in front of me.

"You are such a fool you know, do you really think I would jump out the window to kill myself? HA!" he started to laugh hysterically.

"OH shut up you twit!" I yelled. "Where are we anyway?" he had started to walk off.

"An alley Duh." I wish he would quit saying that. he looked back and gave me a funny look. "Aren't you going to get out of those clothes your like a billboard screaming 'Oh look at me I'm a prince! Come and get me guards!!' So change your clothes!" I looked at my clothes then back at him.

"Were do you expect me to get clothes? And what on earth is a billboard?"

A/N So how did you like it???? See a new hero and a new problem.. So do you like the new elf guy. I know I added a lot of modern features to him, but he has a special gift to, but I'm not telling you what! (evil smirk!) Oh and Tristan does sound a little, um odd, but he is normal I say! Just mad/depressed/resentful towards girls, ok?