Hey everyone! I am going to make this short and sweet, just because I'm in the mood. 1) I have had over 1,000 hits to this story alone! *Celebration confettie and trumpet fanfare* Thank you, thank you. 2)I would like to thank everyone who has read this story, twice to those who have reviewed, and three plus to those who have reviewed more than once, PM'd me or responded to one of mine, or said they felt sorry for my last line break. 3) I want you people's opinion. Should I do another one-shot with the song inspiration like AGK and Perfect, or just work on this? And... that should be all, sooo, Drink Chai, Live Life, Love FAX.

Yours

~Stardust.

~/*^*/~ I am now a happy break. I love butterflies.*Chases the butterflies until spun stupid.*

We had come to a stop in a tiny little meadow near a stream. The mountian pass couldn't be more than a four hour ride from here. The forest around us was old. Older than the waterfall near the village, all of the trees here were three, four, five hundered years old and nearly fifteen strides in width.*

The soldiers slid off their horses most ungracefully, groaning and moaning the entire time, and nearly buckling under their own weight when their feet hit the ground.

I, on the other hand, swung off of Firestorm, abit with her grumbling, (AN, my horse does this too! Any time we try to excersize her, she starts snorting and grumbling, and I'm not kidding, she will lay her head on your chest and BEG to not have to work.), and landed near silently. I looked over at dear Fangles, just as he was swinging his leg over the saddle, giving me a very good view of his well-toned back, side, and a little bit of his... butt...? A very akward postion, which wouldv'e been worse hada blushed, giving away that I was looking. Not a very classy thing to do, but, who can resist the chance to watch an incredibley cute guy get off his horse? I mean, really?

Snapping myself out of my self-induced gaze, I ordered the tents to be set up, the food to be cooked, and the horses to be tied. Everyone did as I said without so much as a mutter of tiredness. I didn't want to have to be so harsh, but if I wan't, they wouldn't listen to me at all, and then I would be worse then Brigid the Frigid.

Nudge and Angel watched two of the younger soldiers set up their tent. When it was finished, the boys stepped back and let the girls enter with a hungry look in their eyes, which I quelled by stalking over to them and dismissing them to the next tent and telling them that the girls were not to be disturbed by anyone who didn't have my permission. Yes, I realize that was a bit rude, but I was not going to let either one of them get hurt, the same as with Firestorm; I would rather have myself get hurt than one of the people I love.

So, a few hours later, the camp was set up, the food almost ready to eat, the tents standing correctly, the horses tied, and everything ready for tomorrows' departure. We ate, we talked, and about eleven o'clock, judging by the stars, everyone went to their own tents. nudge and Angel were the only ones that shared, all of the soldiers had their own, and so did I.

I tried to sleep,tossing and turning in different positions on the cot, meditating, anything that would possibly get me to sleep. However, Lord Sleep and Lady Dreams decided not to join me tonight.I guess they were taking a break from my sarcastic thoughts an having a night to enjoy Nudge and Angel's fashionista minds, which I didn't see the point of.

Reliquishing my desire of sleep, I stepped outside the tent cautiously, afraid that the guards would attempt to send me back to my 'room'. Not that I couldn't deal with them, I just didn't want to have to enforce my will upon all those who dared disobey me, as my charming and lovely step-mother would say.

Thankfully, they were asleep, as were most of the horses, including the lovely Firestorm. I did, however, see that Fang's horse was wide awake, ears forward, head raised, tail swishing. I walked over to him, he turned his head and watched me approach, but didn't react. I swear, the thing is worse than Fang when it comes to hiding emotions and reactions.

I reached out to pet him and he lowered his head. I rubbed right above his eyes and scratched behind his ears. He didn't seem to mind, and nudged my shoulder if I slowed down.

I was lost in my thoughts, absentmindedly rubbing the head of the horse who was in front of me, when a dark voice softly called from behind me, "His name is Blaxton*."

I slowly turned after petting Blaxton one more time, and said, "Thank you, Fang. And may I ask where you've been?" My voice had gradually gotten harder, and by the end was as sharp as glass and cold as ice.

"Well, I could tell you, but then that would ruin the fun, now, wouldn't it?"

I rolled my eyes. This was just like Fang, be stupid and arrogant and think that the world would just bow down at his feet.

Suddenly, I felt tired, "Goodnight Fangles," I said around a yawn., "Be ready to wake up at the crack of dawn."

He smirked at me, "Goodnight Maxie-kins. See you in the morning."

/)*(/ My name is Lestelle. I am a beautiful line break. /)*(/

Unknown POV.

I spotted the camp through my spyglass, and found something truely amazing. He was there! Talking to a girl who was standing near his horse, and he almost looked...happy?

"Sergant," I whispered, "Come and look at this."

"What is it Page?" He said in his gruff manner. I handed him the spyglass.

"By the gods above and below," His normally rumbling tone was now soft and breathless, "Is that,"

"Yes, Sir," I replied, "It most surely is."

He turned his head toward me, "We must tell the King and Queen. Prince Brenner* has been found."

/:)(:/I am a very happy line break. I get to read this story. /:)(:/

Booyah! So, whatcha guys think? Blaxton means 'black stone', considering he is nearly as dark as Fang himself, and Brenner means 'little raven'. I was going to name him Brainard, which means 'bold raven prince', but it just didn't sound right. Review please! :)