Hello Everyone! Now please don't hate me for this.

So I've decided to ignore the song Practice, Practice, Practice. I'm just going to skip to the bit where they're practicing the arrow and the apple thingy.

SORRY! Don't hurt me! *Whimper.* Hurt Atem.

Instead though, I'm going to chuck something in to deviate away from the movie thing I've got going on, and attempt something more original.
ENJOY!

The arrow sliced through the apple perched on top of Mana's head. The two halves flew apart, and Seth caught one of them. He looked at it distastefully whilst Mana gave Atem a thumbs up.

"That's, what, 52 out of 52 isn't it? That's pretty good Prince."

Seth grumbled as he examined the apple, his ears listening to the conversation between the two teens. He really didn't see what was so amazing about the Prince plucking an arrow from midair and shooting it at an apple. All that they were doing was playing catch and fire, in an attempt to get the Prince's mind off of Micah's disappearance. Then again, maybe that was just his cynical side showing. And his angry side. Basically all the emotions.

The priests were blaming him for the 'incident' involving padded arrows, paint and animal costumes. Of course he was going to be slightly annoyed. After all, they were his peers, his 'friends'.

Just because of the Prince's pining for a most likely dead princess.

He glanced over to the now silent pair of teens. The prince was wearing his blank mask again, the one he wore when he felt like he couldn't show anyone what he felt. Maybe, he should talk to the prince, since they were of a similar age and such.

Or maybe he should just ignore it. After all, the Prince would get over it. Soon. Hopefully.

Maybe.

He watched as the prince smiled at Mana, whose overexuberance would have driven Seth insane long long ago, had he been truly friends with her. As it was, he tried not to speak to her unless absolutely necessary.

He saw the prince excuse himself from Mana, who watched him as carefully as he was. She looked over at him and indicated for him to follow. He frowned at her. But he did it anyway.

He followed silently behind the prince giving no indication that he was there. They travelled past the chambers of the royals before he came to the room that has once housed the silver haired princess, who became such a big part in the palace life.

He could remember when she'd first come, when the two royals were forced to greet each other. How they had hated each other.

Then, as she sat in on the Prince's lesson, holding her embroidery, and eavesdropping shamelessly. She had been a bright girl, learning as she went. She'd even corrected Shimon on more then one occasion.

Then she'd blossomed from an annoying little girl who wanted to hang around with the prince constantly, into a gorgeous adolescent. He'd had trouble controlling his feelings around her.

But he had.

However, he was the person whose shoulder she'd cried on, he was the person whom she told all of her secrets.

She'd considered him her friend.

But when she'd started flirting with him, he'd had trouble.

Big trouble.

Master Aknadin had somehow found out. He'd had threats made by the Pharoah himself to stay away from her.
The prince's betrothed. But he couldn't help his feelings. Or hers.

At least, until the prince himself intervened. Told him to stay away.

He'd been seventeen. The prince fifteen. It was the one time he'd seen the prince close to confessing the attraction he felt towards the Grecian princess of Athens.

He leaned against the doorway, his eyes on the prince, who'd picked something up.

Micah's bracelet. He held it, stroking the ensignia of the pharoahs.

He was saying something softly, over and over. Seth strained to pick it up, hearing a few words.

Micah. Find. You.

I will. Find you. I promise.

Micah, I will find you. I promise.

Seth walked to the prince, whose eyes were distant, their misty gaze on the bracelet. He put a hand on his shoulder, causing the prince to stiffen. He whipped his head around, spying Seth. He stood up, abruptly and stalked away from him. The silver bracelet glinted in his hand, though he was unaware of it.

The prince's promise still rang in the high priest's ears. He looked into the young princess's room, and felt his eyes glisten with unshed tears. He wiped them away, before putting the mask that hid his feelings back on. His feelings for Micah.

AWW! Seth! In my head, when I was inventing Micah, for some reason I thought she'd be the perfect partner for Seth. But yeah, she ended up with Atem instead. I'm also really sorry about how short the chapters are but I think I'm losing inspiration for the story. Comments, feedback and reviews might help though...

Remember, I'm not sure how often I'll be able to update, school starts soon.

Review or the Blue eyes card gets it.

:D

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