Hooray! A review and a favorite! I'm so happy : 3 I always reread my chapters and I noticed two mistakes (there's probably more…). The first, in chapter one, Walter says that Logan's father wishes to speak to him and then Lette decides to go visit with her father…whoops! I meant to go back and fix Walter around to say that they, meaning Walter and Logan, had some things to discuss. Oops! Second, there's a typo in chapter two- six years, it's supposed to say when talking about Logan. Six "years" had gone by, etc, etc… Sorry 'bout that! Sometimes my mind works faster than my hands and I end up writing crazy things : P Ah well! Here's your chapter- I'm going to try to make them longer from now on : ) By the way, I have no idea why they have this fascination with hobbes lol.

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Lette walked down the long corridor, her skirt brushing the ground with a swishing noise and she mindlessly twirled a strand of hair around her finger. Her hair, usually a scruffy mess, had been braided back into a pony tail to fit better with her elaborate head piece. It was ridiculous looking, she knew, but it was in "high fashion" right now, according to the royal dresser. He had just fawned over it and refused to stop talking until she wore it- and of course, Lette would do anything to get that annoying squirrel of a man to stop talking.

Her eyes glanced from picture to picture that hung on the wall, taking in their colors for a brief moment, then forgetting about them the next. They were the usual décor- pictures of places she had never seen, never would be. It had been four years since she had seen the outside of the castle- even her own village, Bowerstone was a mystery to her. Logan had been true in what he said- she never left the castle grounds, never. If she tried, then she was caught and that made Logan very angry, for reasons she could not fathom. Lette had learned quickly, though, that Logan was not to be angered, not anymore at least. Whatever jovial manner he had in the past had quickly vanished with his return those four years.

Her training with Walter, however, was something that Logan seemed intent on. For whatever reason, he wanted her to be trained as if her very life was on the line. Just yesterday, she had truly proven herself, slashing her sword out as hard as she could.

"Don't be afraid to hit me, I can take a blow or two!" Walter yelled, dodging her sword with a laugh.

Mustering all her strength, Lette had let out a cry, letting down her sword as hard as she could. Her blade connected with Walter's, cutting it down to the handle. Walter had blinked, then broke out into triumphant laughter, as if this was the moment he had been waiting for all along.

"Look at that!" he cried. "You only went and broke it!"

Lette had looked up at him sheepishly, and yet, something about the whole ordeal made her nervous. Was she really that strong? All the training, all the hard work…she supposed it paid off, and yet somehow, she was nervous. With that power…what would come from it? Or would she just sit ideally in the castle with the strength to take on several armed men?

Sighing to herself, Lette turned a corner, heading for her bedroom. She was tired, her shoulders sore and her neck about to break. It had been an exhausting day of training- lots of running and strength work outs. If there was one thing Lette hated, it was running. Horrible thing, specially when you could just walk.

Something prickled at the back of her neck and Lette began to turn- however, not in time. An arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her back against a body, a hand at her throat. The instant she felt the grip, though, it was gone, and laughing took it's place instead. Lette turned around, scowling at the boy- no, the man now, that had startled her.

"Elliot, you idiot!" she cried, throwing up her hands, walking away from him.

Still laughing, Elliot jogged to catch up to her, then matched her pace. "You've got to be quicker than that, Lette, or do you want a nasty hobbe to have you for a snack?"

Lette rolled her eyes, turning on him so quickly that he almost stumbled into her. "I'd much rather be startled by a hobbe than by you…at least a hobbe I could kill," She giggled at his horrified look and gave him a playful shove. "I'm only joking, Elliot!"

He looked shocked. "But what a horrid thing to say! Me, worse than a hobbe, I'm wounded! I'm hurt, I don't think I'll ever get over it-"

Lette leaned forward, cutting him off in a way that was sure to shut Elliot up. She pressed her lips to his, kissing him gently, and against her lips she felt him smile- he always smiled. His hands snuck around her waist, pulling her a little closer as their lips moved against one another's. After a moment, they parted, though Elliot kept his arms around her.

"Will you survive?" Lette asked him quietly, grinning and Elliot laughed.

"Yes, I do think I'll live," Elliot said, his smile wide.

Lette laughed and spun away from him, making sure to hold onto his hand. It felt like just yesterday that they were kids, free and full of imagination, fighting creatures that weren't really there, not afraid of anything. All that had changed one day- the day Logan returned, if she recalled correctly. Elliot had given her that kiss she had dreamt of, and though it didn't make her feel like flying, it was still incredible. Since then, the two had been inseparable, though they had never been far apart to begin with. She loved him, she knew she did. She loved that laugh, that smile, the way he held her at night when he would sneak into her room… They never did anything, well, not a lot anyway, and just the thought of it made her blush. Elliot seemed to realize this and raised a brow, looking at her with a smile.

"Everything alright?" he asked, and Lette coughed, trying to hide her embarrassment.

"Yes," she said quickly. "Everything is fine,"

Elliot grinned, taking her by the waist and pulling her side against his as they walked, kissing her cheek.

Noises caught their attention then, so much so that Elliot's hand dropped from Lette. She turned, looking at him, panic in her eyes. "Come on," she said quietly, breaking out into a jog towards where the noise was coming from. Elliot followed behind her and the two came to a large open room lit by windows as tall as the ceiling. Lette looked around, noticing Walter striding towards the windows.

"Walter!" she exclaimed, rushing towards him. "What is that noise, what's going on?"

Walter gestured towards the window. "This. I knew this would happen eventually."

Lette's eyes made their way to the window, and the sight she saw shocked her. People, at least twenty of them were standing in the court yard. They were yelling, screaming and raising their fists. Some even threw rocks at the castle wall, though they merely bounced off.

"Balls…" Walter muttered, a popular word with him. "They don't know, Lette, what your brother is capable of…or they should and they don't realize it…"

Lette's eyes were wide with panic and she looked between Elliot and Walter quickly. "What do we do?" she asked. There were no guards there at the moment, but knowing Logan…there would be soon.

Walter sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose together with two fingers. He shook his head slowly then stood straighter. "Your brother…he doesn't listen to me, not like your father does. Not anymore. But…maybe I can speak some sense into him, at least in this circumstance,"

Lette nodded. If anyone could talk Logan out of doing something stupid, then it was Walter- at least, Walter used to be able to, but maybe he could now, maybe it was possible. Lette watched Walter walk away before turning back to Elliot. He stared at her for a moment before opening his arms, allowing her to fall into them, shuddering with worry.

"Oh, Elliot…Why…why are the people so angry? What has Logan possibly done to them?" She looked up at him, her eyes wide and glistening.

Elliot looked down at her sadly, biting the corner of his lip before holding her a little tighter. "Lette…" he whispered. "You don't…you don't hear the things I do…The people…they're angry because they're hurting… They're poor and hungry, desperate, really for any sign of kindness and they receive none…" He paused for a moment before adding softly. "There's rumors going around that a factory worker was killed…I don't know for sure if Logan had anything to do with it, but the people are…well, they have no doubt,"

Lette shook her head against Elliot's chest. "No, no, no, I know Logan is not the same anymore but…he would never fall so hard…He's…" She put a little bit of distance between herself and Elliot, holding him at arms length. "He's a good person," she whispered and Elliot put a hand against her cheek, wiping away a single tear that had snuck through her defenses.

He kissed her forehead, then her lips gently and gave her shoulder a little squeeze. "C'mon…lets go see what's going on up there,"

Lette nodded, taking his hand again and together, they retraced Walter's steps, going up the stairs and down a hallway towards Logan's study. Elliot put a finger up to his lips then bent down, looking through one of the key holes, and motioned for Lette to do the same. Bracing herself, she bent down, and the scene before her made her put a hand over her mouth, stifling a gasp.

"Logan, you've got to listen to me, this isn't the way-"

Logan held up his hand, silencing Walter. "Do not question me, old man, I'm doing what is best for my people." He turned his head towards a guard, giving a sharp nod. "You will shoot to kill. Aim for their leader first. If you have to, continue with the crowd. Take them all out,"

"No, Logan!" Walter exclaimed, stepping forward, although a guard stopped him. "This is wrong, so very wrong, you can't do this," As he stepped forward again, a guard slammed the butt of his gun into Walter's back. Walter let out a grunt, falling to one knee, his expression pained.

"Don't," Logan hissed, looking down at the man who he once loved. "tell me what I can and can't do."

"Walter!" Lette whispered and Elliot held her hand hard. "I can't just stand here, I can't,"

Without giving it a second thought, she pushed the doors open, her eyes wide and hands clenched. "Logan!"

He turned, raising a brow in surprise. "Lette?" Slowly his face turned more menacingly, his lips turning down into a grimace. "What are you doing here? This is no place for a child," he sneered. "Get out."

Lette swallowed hard and shook her head. "No, Logan, I won't. You…you can't kill those people! They're your people, you…you're supposed to protect them! You can't do this, I…I won't let you!'

There was a silence in the room for what felt like an eternity. Logan took a step forward, practically nose to nose with his sister. His breath smelled foul, as if he had taken a drink earlier in the day and the smell had sat in his mouth the rest of the morning. "How…dare…you," he hissed. "I am your King, your brother…and you defy me…you spy on me…you question me?" He gave her a shove, pushing Lette into Elliot's arms. "You need to learn, sister, that you should not put your nose in places it does not belong. You wish to defend those people- you wish to make the choices that I have to make?"

"L-Logan, I-"

He cut her off. "No! If you want to make my choices, Lette, then fine! Make them! If you wish to have the villagers spared then fine, I will spare them, but can you make the sacrifices that I must make on a daily basis?" His voice rose and Elliot held her tighter, fearing for her safety. Logan's eyes flashed. "I'll spare the people, but if I do so, then someone must die," He raised his arm, pointing at Elliot with a malicious grin on his lips. "The boy will die. So choose, sister. The people or the boy,"

Lette couldn't breathe. She couldn't move. She was frozen, her entire body made of stone in that instant. "N-N-No," she stammered, her voice nothing more than a whisper. All those people outside…there were children with them…women…fathers…so many people but then… She looked at Elliot who held her so tightly, his own composure broken, his skin a ghostly white. Elliot… She loved him, she needed him- who would she talk to, who would she share her secrets with? Who would make her laugh…who would…who would she spend her life with?

"I…I can't…I can't choose…" Lette whispered, and Logan scoffed at her.

"If you can't choose, then I'll kill both." His sharp eyes shot daggers into Lette's heart. "Make your choice sister. Quickly."

She felt Elliot's hands spin her around so that she was facing him. A thin sheen of sweat had broken out upon his forehead and his eyes were wild. "Lette," he whispered, "Listen to me, you have to choose me," When she began to shake her head, he put a finger against her lips. "No, it's okay, it's okay, Lette, but you can't let all those people die just for me, you can't, I couldn't live with myself,"

"But…I can't live without you…" Lette whispered, tears freely falling from her eyes. Elliot's hands shook and he pulled her against him, breathing in her scent- god he loved that scent.

"I know, Lette…I…I love you so much…but it has to be me…please…you must…" He took her face in his hands and leaned forward, kissing her deeply, and in that moment, he didn't care who watched them or what they thought. Lette, his Lette, god he loved her.

"I don't have all day, Lette," Logan snapped, breaking into their moment. "Choose now or I will give the order to kill them all,"

Lette could barely see, her eyes were so full of tears. "E-E-Elli-li-ot," she stammered, and Logan snapped his fingers. Two guards came over to Elliot, gripping him by the shoulders, pulling him back through the doors.

"No!" Lette cried, rushing forward, but Walter held her back. "No! Elliot! No!"

"Lette!" Elliot cried, his eyes wild as he fought against the guards. "I love you, Lette, I love you!"

"Elliot!" Lette screamed, fighting as hard as she could against Walter, but the older man was far to strong. The doors slammed shut and Elliot's voice faded away. Wild with rage, she turned to Logan, and Walter had to hold her back again.

"I will never forgive you for this, Logan!" she screamed, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Do you hear me? I will never, NEVER, forgive you!" She let out a yell, trying to get to him, god all she wanted to do was hit that look out of his eyes- that fucking triumphant look from his eyes. "You're a monster! A goddamn monster! I won't forgive you, ever!"

Logan looked down, touching the map that was spread out on the table again. He seemed unfocused, as if he wasn't truly there in that moment. "Then you won't forget it, sister. These are the choices I make every day. Do not claim to think you know what you would do," He turned his back to her, shoulders hunched. "Escort my sister back to her chambers."

Lette had never fought so hard. She pulled against the guards hold, she didn't listen to Walter's voice, telling her to try and calm down, that there was nothing that could be done, they would think of it later. Her screams of rage and hurt echoed down corridors, causing maids to grimace and soldiers to close their eyes. Each of them understood in their own way, exactly what she was feeling.

When the door to her corridor slammed shut, Lette picked up a book on a table, throwing it into the fires. "He can't do this! He can't!"

"Miss, I've heard, it's all…all through the castle by now," Jasper said, trying to put a hand on her shoulder, but Lette pushed it away, choosing instead to pick up another book and throw it into the fire. She watched it burn, her eyes glimmering with tears and hate.

"I can't stay here…I can't…not with that…that monster!"

"And you won't," Walter spoke up. He stood straighter, walking over to Jasper. "We leave tonight. Pack quickly, for there isn't a lot of time." His eyes turned towards Lette, strong eyes, courageous eyes. "The kingdom needs a revolution, Lette, it is time for a new leader…a new Hero."

Lette faltered, leaning back against the cold, stone wall. "I'm no Hero, Walter," she whispered, not bothering to wipe away fresh tears.

"We will see about that," he said calmly, throwing open the door to her chambers. The outside world howled with wind and rain, looking dreadful. "You are your father's daughter."

Jasper nodded, grabbing a bag from a shelf quickly, throwing in it whatever his hands could grasp. Walter shook his head at this, allowing the man only a moment before he spoke. "Come, we must hurry,"

Lette swallowed hard. Leaving the castle…Elliot….A revolution… It all was to much and now? Now Walter wanted for her to be something she clearly wasn't. A Hero, like her father. Logan hadn't been a Hero, they had seen that, but he had been a good King, up until recently. How could she lead a revolution, especially against her own brother? How could she lead people that she knew nothing about? How could she try and take the role her father held so honorably?

But Walter looked at her and it was that look that made her feet move. It was the same look that her father had given her once, the one that made her feel like he expected great things from her, and, as if he believed in her more than anyone else.

With a nod, she followed Jasper and Walter out the door, greeted by the wind and rain. It hit her face like ice, causing her body to fold in on itself while she ran. They weaved through gardens and around statues, down paths and over small creeks, until they came to a large stair case. At the bottom was a door- for years, Lette had never known what stood on the other side of it. As far as she knew, Logan had only been in there once, and after coming out of it, he was determined not to have the Hero qualities.

"Come," Walter said quietly, producing a key from a necklace around his neck. He slid the key into the lock, turning it. With a loud creak, the door opened and Lette blinked. Darkness stood before her, but Walter walked into it like it was nothing; Jasper followed after, giving Lette an encouraging smile.

Lette paused at the door for a moment. She looked back, just once, at the castle. Her home. Every memory she had, both good and bad, was in this castle. Everything with her father…her mother…Elliot… Her throat clenched. Elliot. She wanted to run back in, try and save him, but Walter and Jasper had already disappeared into the doorway, waiting for her. Closing her eyes, Lette took a deep breath.

"I love you, Elliot." she whispered towards the castle, hoping somehow, some way, her words would reach him.

And with that, she turned, heading through the doorway. Every memory, every laugh and tear, she locked up in a box as the large doors slammed shut behind her.

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I guess you could say we're still in the "intro"? But not for long : ) I can't wait until there's more people, oh the romance! Oh the suspense! I can't wait to write it…just have to get through all this beginning and stuff…. Like I said, it follows the story line loosely- I can't write exactly what happened : P You've played the game (maybe) so you know, haha. But it is more like a story, rather than an exact replica of the game. Eh. Just enjoy it. : ) Leave me a review, I love them!