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Chapter 4

At that moment Dammion cracked up and started laughing as he leaned heavily on Edward. Edward furiously tried to shut him up with no luck. Ceaon looked at them strangely then he understood, "You're mean! I really fell for that." Dammion fell on the ground laughing as Edward smiled, "It was a great joke, no?" Ceaon grinned and shrugged, "Okay, it was a good joke." Dammion stood up slowly, while wiping tears from his eyes. He took one look at Ceaon and started laughing his head off again.

Ceaon raised an eyebrow at Dammion then looked back at Edward and asked, "So…er…, how do you get it off?"

Edward crossed his arms then replied mysteriously, "I can't tell you unless you……do 50 jumping jacks!" Ceaon rolled his eyes, but inside he cringed, what if that had been a command? Ceaon glanced at Dammion wondering if he would get any help, but sighed as he realized Dammion would not be helping any time soon. Keeping his eyes averted from Edward he replied quite loudly, "No." Edward stroked his chin then "angrily", but loudly whispered, "Do 50- no 20 jumping jacks and I will tell you the answer." Ceaon groaned and slowly pulled himself out of the bed, trying to keep the bloody curse happy. He straightened himself and shook his head, then painfully started his first jumping jack. Edward lazily jumped on the bed and watched Ceaon struggle with his third jumping jack with a superior look on his face. "Hey, that's kind of cool," Edward thought, "I tell him what to do, and he does it. Wicked!" Dammion pulled himself on the bed and rubbed his ribs as his laughing receded and he tried not to think about anything pink. Ceaon's raggedy breath caught his attention and Dammion looked up, what a way to torture your friend. Dammion didn't find killing Ceaon any fun, especially since he was a healer in training (It was a healer's promise to never let anyone suffer).

"All you need to do is go take a bath, Ceaon." Ceaon grasped his rib as he struggled harder with his jumping jacks; his face seemed to plead with Dammion. Dammion looked at Edward and found him sulking like a little child who's sweet had been taken away. Dammion nearly slapped himself and practically yelled, "Stop jumping, Ceaon!" Ceaon relaxed and staggered towards the bathroom, nodding in thanks too Dammion. Dammion stood up and started to get angry at Edward, why hadn't he simply told Ceaon and left him alone? Dammion turned around angrily and resisted the urge to punch Edward. "Why did you make Ceaon do that?"

Edward sat up and pretended to yawn again, "He didn't have to." Dammion gritted his teeth, but promised not to tell Edward, "Yes, he did." Edward crossed his arms and mumbled, "Yeah, sure!" Dammion raised his hand then slowly brought it down, instead he shouted, "You know what! You're acting like some rich, noble snob who doesn't care that he was hurting his friend!"

Edward stood up and replied dangerously, "I did NOT hurt him!"

"So sure of yourself aren't you?" Edward nodded his head viciously and opened his mouth, but Dammion beat him to it, "Your just a prat. Ceaon…and I…always have to do what we are told." Dammion glared at Edward and punched Ed's head quickly.

Edward glared back at him while rubbing his chin, and then he mumbled, "You hit like a girl." At that moment, the thin thread of friendship that had slowly been forming between them broke. Edward raised a finger and replied loudly, "You'll see. Your time will come." He then stormed out of the room and slammed the door; Dammion grinned evilly and though, "Let the games begin."

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When Edward out the room, he let his feet take him far away. Was he in the right of the battle? Was he really acting like a rich snob? Edward stopped where he was and collapsed against the wall, easily answering his own questions. No, he wasn't in the right and yes, he really was growing up exactly the way he had always hated. Edward sighed and put his head in his hands. A few minutes later Edward realized he might still have a chance to go back and beg for forgiveness. Edward pushed himself up before saying out loud, "I don't have to say I'm sorry, I'm a prince, he's but a lowly servant." Edward was quite distressed that he barely had any control about what was right and wrong. Edward waved away his stupid thoughts. He nodded his head, this was the right way to do it, after all he was born noble and had to live up to his title. A large hand touched Edwards shoulder and caused him to jump around. In from of him was a tall man with strong looking muscles and wavy black/brown hair, grinning quietly at him. Edward wiped his tears and hugged his brother, Jason. The man pulled Edward in a hug and comforted him. Edward looked up and spoke timidly, "I did something really bad, Jason." Jason smiled kindly and ruffled Edward's hair, then started the walk to their rooms.

"You know, Edward, you can always say sorry."

Edward pulled away from his brother and raised his head, "I am a prince and as being a noble, I do not –ever- say sorry."

Jason grinned, not taking a word in. He poked Edward, "You just did."

Edward pouted, "I was being serious Jay-jay."

Jason grimaced and rolled his eyes, "Don't call me that Edtwit." Jason patted Edwards head then asked, "How's Mel-mel, I haven't seen her in a while." Edward sat heavily on his bed when he entered the room, "She got a crush."

Jason smiled, "That's great, our little Mel-mel has finally grown up!"

Edward shook his head tiredly, "He's a servant, nothing can or will happen, Mel-mel knows her place."

Jason shrugged, "Anything can happen. Now, you get changed and I'll meet you for dinner in five minutes, kay?" Edward nodded and when Jason was about to leave, Edward mumbled, "Thanks, Jay-jay you're a great brother."

Jason put a hand on his chest and smiled triumphantly, "I know!" Jason turned around, then he added, "Remember this so that it doesn't jump up on you, we have half a year left before we must go. Don't get too attached, unless a miracle happens, you could never see these people again."

Edward looked up and asked, "What about Mel-mel?"

Jason smiled at Edward and replied, "She'll find a way. She always does." Jason quietly left the room, as Edward pulled out his dinner suit with a look of distaste written all over his face.

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Ceaon threw on his tattered clothes after his bath and opened the door violently. Dammion was lying on the bed looking up. Ceaon stormed forward and asked angrily, "What happened to Edward? I heard yelling."

Dammion looked up and shrugged, "No clue."

Ceaon rolled his eyebrows then realized it must have been about time to meet his dad. Ceaon asked a last question, "Where did he go?" Again Dammion shrugged, Ceaon continued, "It's probably time for the lessons with my dad." Dammion hopped of the bed excitedly and raced to the door, glad to have something interesting to do. A couple minutes later Ceaon and Dammion were lying on the ground, outside, waiting for Ceaon's dad to come. Melissa approached them and smiled happily, seeing that Ceaon was all right. She put up her head and howled, "Awhooooooooo." Ceaon jumped on his knees and turned around, all in one movement.

He wiped his brow when he saw Melissa.

"That was scary!" Dammion whined, "Could you not do that, like, ever again?" Melissa grinned, making Ceaon quietly start laughing.

The laugh spread and soon they were all laughing hard. "You…ha…should…ha…have…ha…seen…ha…your…faces! It…was…so…funny.," Ceaon shivered at the sudden coldness and stopped laughing. He turned to Melissa, "Have you seen my father?" Melissa shook his head. Footsteps approached them and all three turned their heads, Edward and Judean were deeply in conversation. Dammion glared at Edward and stood up when Ceaon did.

While pulling some of the leaves on his shirt, Ceaon asked, "Hi, Dad! What took you guys so long?" Judean looked up and smiled, "Sorry guys…and girl. I just got caught up with Edward for a while." Ceaon nodded. Then Judean pulled out four wooden swords from the shelves and threw them at the others. Dammion caught the wrong end, Edward waited expertly for the sword to flip and caught it correctly, going in defense position, Melissa jumped on the ground, avoiding being hit, and finally Ceaon griped the sword with two hands, in the right area. Judean clapped and smiled, "Good job, Edward and Ceaon." He turned his attention to Dammion who had quickly gripped the sword correctly; "If you had let it spin a little bit more you could have done it, but good job." Melissa looked down and blushed, then she scrambled to pick up her sword. Judean patted her back, "That was a good tactic. If you know you might get pierced, just duck. Very good Pr- Melissa." Melissa grinned proudly. "All right everyone, first I want you all to do 20 push-ups, and 10 jumping jacks, then do 50 crunches, 20 raising kicks on both legs, and finally take a rest and I'll show you the next steps. Ceaon groaned and pulled at his short, spiky hair in frustration. This was going to hurt. Melissa kneeled to the ground and slowly started her pushups, Ceaon sighed and started a couple push-ups. Judean faced his back to Ceaon and he stopped, rubbed his hands then as soon as his dad turned back, Ceaon started to do more push-ups. This happened several times until Judean spoke, "Ceaon, that's not funny." Ceaon blushed, he hadn't meant to be caught.

Edward spoke up, "Sir, if I may speak." As he spoke he continued to easily do more pushups, "Ceaon was severely bruised today and even if we used an…interesting cream I don't think he is quite healed yet." Judean turned angrily to Ceaon, "You were hurt and you came here and didn't tell me?" Ceaon nodded, Judean continued, "Are you all right? Do you hurt anywhere now?" Ceaon wanted to nod again, he really did but the curse stopped him. "No, yes.", Ceaon tried to barely whisper but his dad heard. "Go sit on that bench, then you can go to the healers." Ceaon sighed and glared at Edward. Why hadn't he kept his mouth shut? Ceaon stormed to the small bench and scowled at his dad as he watched with longing as his friends trained with the swords. Ceaon was quite angry, as sword class was one of the only things that made him feel good.

Edward nearly slapped himself, Why oh why had he said that? Now, Ceaon would be mad and him AND would like Dammion better. Edward sighed as he finished the last exercise and sat, waiting cross-legged for Ceaon's dad to teach him the next few steps. Why was coming here on a "holiday" so difficult? Edward remained unhappy for the next lesson. Judean felt miserable with himself, now Ceaon was mad at him. He could also see that he caused some other problems, Prince Edward was looking quite mad and couldn't concentrate and Princess Melissa and Dammion kept sending furtive glances at Ceaon. An hour later Judean waved Dammion, Princess Melissa, and Prince Edward back to the castle.

With another wave Ceaon approached him. "Ceaon, why did you defy the curse?" The was no longer anger in his black eyes, just concern for his only son.

Ceaon looked up in shock, how did he know? The curse poked Ceaon, but he didn't feel like answering. "How do you know?"

Judean answered, "I have my ways. But why did you defy the curse?" Finding no other corresponding question, Ceaon answered, "I didn't."

Judean sneered, "Sure…so why this?" Judean pulled up sleeve and uncovered quite a lot of bruises.

Ceaon pulled away angrily, and spoke, "We had some cream on but the push-ups hurt me more." Judean sighed and pulled Ceaon in a hug, "I'm sorry, Ceaon. I just don't want to see you hurt." Ceaon hugged his father back and together they sat down. Judean spoke quietly, "But this doesn't mean I don't want to know what happened. Besides, Ceaon I feel like an outsider in your life, these past two years I have barely seen you except for your letters. And you know very well, a year after the visitors leave you're going to be a grown boy and then you start helping me at the shop. I feel as if I don't know you anymore. Where was that boy that used to ride on my knees and laugh every time I told him a joke?"

Ceaon smiled to his father and answered, "He grew up, but you're still holding him, he just changed for the better."

Judean wiped a small tear from the corner of his eyes then asked again, "What happened to you?"

Ceaon answered this time, "The language teacher told us to go outside NOW, and it took me a while." Judean bit his lip then slung a hand over Ceaon's shoulder. Ceaon opened his eyes wide as he remembered the language arts class. Urgently he asked, "Dad?" Judean nodded "I was wondering about something, today I got switched to a better Ogrese speaking class because I could speak it fluently, even if I had no idea what I was supposed to say. Do you know why?" Judean nodded pensively, then touched something around Ceaon's neck. Ceaon looked down and found that his dad was holding the seashell he had gotten on his 4th birthday. He looked up confused, "Dad?"

Judean unclasped the necklace and spoke as he looked carefully at the necklace, "Son, this necklace was given by your uncle, who is an elf. He gave it to you on your 4th birthday; he said there was a special charm on it. Now I realize it allows you understand other languages and speak them."

Ceaon's mouth dropped open then he asked, "Cool necklace, but if my uncle was an elf, that would make you an elf too?" Judean nodded, but let Ceaon finish, "That would mean I'm an elf? Wait…. does that mean I'll stop growing and get pointy ears?"

Judean rolled his eyes, "It's a little bit more complicated. Since I married a human, you are only half elf, making the change much simpler than others. You will not stop growing although you will get some slightly pointy ears. Also you will be able to move faster to some extent, you will be able to create elfin bows, arrows, and more. The last thing is that you will be able to speak to other elves and interact with them at secret parties or meetings."

Ceaon raised an eyebrow, "Er…simpler?"

Judean nodded, "If you had bothered to listen in class you would have understood." Judean smiled once more and stood up, then he hugged Ceaon and spoke before saying good-bye, "Go get a good night sleep then in the morning get some more of that cream, and don't forget to send a letter to your mother, she misses you a lot." Ceaon nodded and they parted for the night.

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Edward and Melissa

Ella was reading a book when Melissa and Edward came bursting in the room. Edward froze and waved when he recognized his mother. Melissa hugged her mother, then exclaimed, "Mother, I've been having a wonderful day! We have been going through entire castle looking at all those beautiful paintings and statues it was so much fun!"

Ella smiled at her daughter and when she saw their raggedy outfits, asked the two sternly, "Do you really have to wear those to play with your friends?"

Edward shrugged and answered, "I already explained, Mum."

Ella sighed and spoke, "Well, here's something you won't like, Dammion has been put in healers class, and Ceaon was recently put in Ogrese class."

Edward frowned, "But only nobles can be put in those classes."

"Well, dear, they were put in, so good luck if you still want to continue hiding." Ella stood up elegantly, "Also, you two, the ball starts in one hour so hurry up and get dressed." Melissa slapped her hand over here mouth as her mother left thinking, how did I forget the stupid ball? Melissa raced to the bathroom to hopefully get a shower in before she could try on her very annoying and overly big party (more like going to her grandmother's burial) gown. This was going to be a disaster. Meanwhile Edward calmly pulled a comb out from drawer and started combing his hair.

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