Every person existing today can be compared to a celestial object, if it's a star, planet or satellite is their own choice, though that doesn't really matter. As celestial objects we can choose what we want to do. You can decide if you want mint in your coffee this morning or you could have none at all, or you could decide to have children or not, that's a person's personal opinion though. Celestial bodies ride out their lives as free floating spheres in open space, open to any choice they may wish to make. Celestial bodies are never told where they need to go, in which direction they should float.

But one could argue, and argue well, that these same bodies which we are certain that are free, float because something made them to. Not something like gravity, which holds us to our spots here on this planet, and keep us from drifting, boundless with those bodies, but something deeper? This something is rooted deeper within us and possibly even deeper than that. Some like to call this special force, argued to be the strongest of them all, destiny.

Destiny can be argued to control everything it the universe and for good reason too, because just as I can say that it was of my own free will to say this and that, you could say that I was destined to say it. This raises many questions among people and runs a bit deeper than that of what we should or shouldn't put in our coffee. This shakes the very foundation of human life, threatening to challenge the biggest joy that all men hold.

I chose to do this

When this statement is challenge tempers are angered, childhood friendships are left broken and kingdoms lay in shatters. So what is the easiest way to avoid this?

"Just don't ask the question." Gold finished, closing the book in his hands.

"Why are you reading that?" I asked, after having been quiet so long, my voice came out a bit quiet. I repeated my question to make sure Gold had heard it.

"Ms. Juniper wanted me to read it, so I could teach it to you or something." Gold scratched his neck and placed the book on the nightstand.

"I don't think I understand though." I told him as he stretched.

"You don't have to get it right now, and I don't have to teach it to you for another year. Even then, if you don't get it you'll learn it eventually." Gold spoke through a yawn. He then turned to me and ruffled my hair. "Alright Black, that's enough for tonight time for bed." He said, before letting out a yawn. Gold then tucked me in before wishing me a goodnight and going back to his own room.

The next morning I woke up a bit earlier than usual, I was thinking about why I had woken up so early when my stomach growled. I glance around the room, looking for my jacket, which I had taken off before going to bed. I couldn't find it so I just headed downstairs. I walked into the kitchen where Gold and Pringles were talking with the inn keeper.

"So you see…" The inn keeper was saying as I walked in. She turned towards me. "Oh, good morning little one! How did you sleep?" She asked happily.

I nodded. "I slept fine, but I don't know where my jacket is. I had it yesterday."

"I'm cleaning it for you," She waves her hand, calling me over. "Come, sit and have something to eat." She says getting up to make me a plate.

"Good morning, Black." Gold and Pringles greet as I sit at the table.

"So as I was saying," The inn keeper continues, as she brings me my plate. It is sausages and a type of bread. "I'm in kind of a spot. I'm running low on food but there's no easy way to get it out here in the woods… I've sent my son to go to the closest city yesterday, but that trip normally takes months."

"So you're running low on food?" Pringles asks. I bit into one of my sausages.

"She just said that." Gold replies. Pringles ignores him.

"Yes, to answer your question, we are." The inn keeper sits back of the table and crosses her arms.

"We can help you." Pringles spits out. Gold quickly turns to him, almost glaring. Pringles eyes Gold. "We have plenty of time, and we need to stock up on supplies too, so we won't mind helping you."

"Really?" The inn keeper asks. Pringles nods. "Thank you!"

"So we'll stay here?" Gold asks.

"Sure, of course! Since you're kind enough to help I won't charge you while you stay." The keeper replies.

"We'll go out in a bit, after we've had breakfast." Pringles says, turning to Gold. "Right, Gold?" Gold, finally accepting it, nods.

"So how did you two sleep?" The inn keeper asks, getting up to get Pringles and gold a plate.

"Pringles was snoring, so I didn't get much sleep." Gold responds.

"I was snoring? You kicked me!" Pringles shot back.

"That was to get you to shut up!" Gold took a drink from his coffee. "Why not have a parade going on the doorstep, I'd sleep better." He mumbled.

"How can you say that when you kick in your sleep?"

"What are you talking about? I don't kick in my sleep." The inn keeper handed Gold and Pringles their plates and Gold started immediately on his bread.

"Alright, you don't kick in your sleep and I don't snore." Pringles exclaimed, patting Gold on the head.

Sorry about the short chapter, I just didn't have very much to talk about here; we'll come back to this inn-type deal in a bit, I just felt there's nothing to include in it now.

I'm seriously starting to question the appropriateness of the name Pringles in the context of this story…If I was going to make up a name it really could have been anything, so why did it end up as Pringles? Maybe I was hungry? Eh, doesn't really matter, I'll stick with it.

Anyway hope you enjoyed ~ Ph. out