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Chapter 5- Joy isn't Joy and the Prince isn't the Prince

FABIAN'S POV

I woke up on the floor of…

Somewhere, and with one thought on my mind: I have got to get out.

I looked at the window at the 9 foot drop. Any other prince wouldn't do the drop, I'm pretty sure I shouldn't be doing it either. But I'm not like other princes. I climbed out and jumped, tucking my body in as I hit the ground.

I jumped up and took off before the guard on duty would notice I was gone.

And when he does, I'll be long gone.

I grabbed the tree limb, swung myself on top, and then jumped off the wall and into the woods. I felt the pack on my back hit my back rhythmically, far enough in the forest I'm changing.

I walked into the busy town of Paris. The town of love and the town of my freedom, the money in my pack should hold me off till I can get a job.

I slipped into the traffic and walked through the town, trying to find work, a place to sleep, or both. Then I saw it, a beautiful maiden was hanging a sign in her shop window:

Free Bed and Room, Hard labor.

I walked into the shop and a bell greeted me.

"'Ello?" The maiden asked, she looked over at me through mannequins of dresses and skirts.

"I saw your sign." I said, walking to her.

"That was quick," She announced, looking down, "But yes, you know you'll have to drive to the fields and get me fresh wool and such, the sheering, the lifting, everything. You'll have to get wood for mannequins, for the fires, and do you know how to work do a Smith's job?"

"Yes, Ma'am." I said, I may be a prince but not a dunce.

"Good good and you can call me Nina," The maiden said, lifting her head. She had such prefect eyes…

A sharp pain prickled my head.

Leave Fabian, a voice cooed. Meet your real love at the market…

I shook my head. Nina was perfect.

"And you can call me Fabian."

"Like the prince?"

"Yes, I'm a little order," I lied, hating the way I was good at it. I wish I could tell her who I was already was…

What am I doing? I don't even know her… But yet I feel like I've known her for a while.

Like a memory that is distant…

Nina looked at me, curiosity filling her eyes. "Are you alright, Fabian?"

"Yes, yes, fine." I said, rubbing my head. There is no way I could know her unless… She is the maiden the witch I met once said…

*FLASH BACK*

(4 months prior…)

A witch named Trudith (A.N .Had to have her in this one you know!) she had came to the castle as my father had asked. He wanted to know who I would marry…

"Enter!" My father called, his voice echoing around the chambers.

A short woman walked in, she was covered in beads and silk and her black hair was covered with a blue silk scarf. Her cocoa skin and eyes gave her a friendly appearance but she was one of the most dangerous things you can encounter.

A witch.

"Hello, my majesty," The witch cooed, her voice wasn't raspy and forced as I imagined. Instead it was kind.

"Hello Trudith," My father said, "You know what you must do."

The witch nodded, "I'll read the boy's palm and read his tea."

Not cards or crystal ball for me, I thought as the witch took my palm. I braced myself for dead skin and a fierce grip. But no such thing came.

"You mustn't look with rumors and others eyes," Trudith said, "One must look with his own and see with his own eyes and hear with his own ears."

I nodded, storing what she said in my head, to remember it. She traced her deep blood red nails over the lines in my palm.

"Strange…" she mumbled, "Very strange."

"What is it?" My father and I asked eager.

"It seems your life line stops short." My father's face went white, as did my own. "Very short, but then it continues back up with a small gap." She traced it and moved her nails somewhere else. "And you seem to be at a cross road in your life…"

"You are telling this from a palm?" My father asked, still not recovering from the short life-long life ideal.

"Yes sir, it seems your son is living a… Double life." She laughed at the term, but my father and I were confused, What could she mean?

"Now," She let go of my hand, "We will read your tea."

She made a simple tea and had me drink to the end.

"Now, let me see it." She took the cup from my hand and turned it over and over in her hands. "You will meet the love of your life soon. She will be the one you'll never expect. Beautiful and made just for you…"

She stopped short and stared at the cup as if Satan had appeared.

"What is it?" My father demanded, "What do you see, Trudith?"

"Your son will die. He will die by the hands of someone he loves… He will choose to die."

After that, my father went crazy I say. At the month when I was suppose to be seen by my people, he had his brother's son, who had also not been seen stand in my place and I was cast in the shadows, waiting till the day my father died or the day my cousin did, so I could rule.

I was to continue and never see the public…

*END OF FLASH BACK*

I looked at Nina, "When can I start?"

"You can start today, I'll pay you two silver coins at the end of each week, more if I think you earned it."

Though her eyes were twinkling I knew she was thinking about how she didn't have to do the work. I smiled at began to listen as she told me what I shall fill.

JOY POV

I awoke to being tied in a chair, a gag around my mouth and a blind fold over my eyes.

I screamed.

"Now, you wouldn't want to do that now would you Joy?" A voice said, the voice made my skin crawl. "Your friends can have their end very soon…" The voice was….

Am I evil? Yes, yes I am. But who is it? COMMENT!