Hey guys! I meant to post this chapter earlier, but fan fiction wouldn't let me. Also, this chapter was REALLY collabed with the co-writer, Winged Illusion. We were up until like, 1 AM writing this XD

Well, anyway. Enjoy!

Be the now 15 year old Prince

It's now winter and you sigh a bit. It's snowing and even though you've seen snow before you've never really had much experience with the stuff. So you finally decided to ask your father if you can go outside, for just today. You slowly walk down the hall to the throne room, opening the door cautiously.

"J-John?" Your father says in slight surprise. You gulp as you close the door and walk over towards him.

"H-Hello, Father…" You say as you stand in front of him.

"What brings you here, son?" He asks, a slight smile on his face. That smile brings one to your own face as you calm down a bit.

"Um, Dad… I was, well, I was wondering if maybe…. Well maybe just this once, I could go out and play in the snow? It would only be for today." You pause slightly, waiting nervously for a response. Not receiving one, you continue babbling to cover your nervousness. "You can even send someone to go with me to make sure I don't get into any trouble! I mean, if it's not too much trouble. I just…. I just really want to go out and play in the snow. It looks so pretty…" You trail off, realizing that your father still hasn't said anything. "Oh, um, never mind. This was a stupid idea," you mutter out, turning to leave the room. "Sorry I bothered you. I didn't mean to waste your time."You see your father begin to think about your request.

You turn around again as your father finally addresses you. "It's perfectly alright, son," your father replies, smiling benevolently. "You're never a waste of my time. Besides, its about time you and Jade were assigned knights of your own."

Your eyes widen at your father's response, not really being the reaction you were expecting. However, you struggle to keep yourself outwardly calm, though internally, you are ecstatic."Oh, thank you so much, dad!" You practically sing, grinning widely. You fidget impatiently, waiting for him to be done with you so you can go tell Jake.

The king, as if sensing your enthusiasm, starts chuckling. "You may go." He states. "I'll send the knight I choose for you to your room. But please… Do be careful."

You bow slightly, unable to prevent a smile from ear to ear, totally ruining your attempt at a stately demeanor. "Of course!" You reply, before running out of the throne room and down the hall to find Jake.

Be A Young 16 Year Old Knight

Your name is Dave Strider, and recently, you were knighted. You are currently on your way to the throne room, having been summoned by the King himself. You have no idea what the king could want with you. You walk into the room, no inkling of your impending assignment, but eagerly anticipating it nonetheless. The king sits straight on his throne. You kneel before him, bowing, crossing your arm across you chest.

"You called me, your Majesty?" You ask, standing when the king allows you to.

"As you know, John recently turned 15." Oh god… No. Anything but this. John is infamous for being a pretentious, condescending, stuck up snob, believing himself too good to come out into the public eye. You were shocked he even deigned to come to your knighting. If the King is gonna assign you to protect and cater to John, you seriously might puke. "This is around the age young nobility are assigned to a knight for their protection." Shit. You are. You're going to be assigned to John. Shit shit shit shit. "I want you to work for John." And those words seal the deal. You're stuck with the snotty prince. SHIT. "You two are around the same age, and John needs some sort of companionship." You sense some sort of deep sorrow in his voice when he says that, but choose to ignore it. You KNOW John won't even acknowledge your existence, let alone actually build a friendship with you, seeing as you are not one of royal heritage. However, this is the king you're talking to, so you have to obey. So, you simply bow again,biting back the scathing retort you wish you could offer in response.

"Of course, your Majesty." You reply. You see him smile a bit.

"Thank you. He's waiting in his room. He wishes to go outside today." Wow, the prince, leaving his warm comfortable room? That's a surprise. "I want you to go with him."

"Of course." You say, before turning around and walking out and down the long hall, seeing the butler, Jake English, if your memory is correct, walking out of the prince's room. He gives you a slight thumbs up before you knock on the door. "Your highness?" You ask as you knock.

"It's open!" A surprisingly excited voice replies. You stare at the door for a moment, uncertain if you have the right room, before opening the door tentatively. When you walk in, you meet the eyes of the prince, whose conflicting emotions of anxiety, excitement, and nervousness are waging a very obvious war across his expressive face. Excitement seems to be winning at the moment, though, if you had to guess. Weird. You cross your arm across your chest, bowing slightly.

"My name is Dave Strider, and your father, his Majesty, assigned me to you for protection." You introduce yourself. You look up at him and a look of shock is obvious on his face. "Sir?"

"Strider? As in, the Strider family?" He asks, still in a bit of shock. You hold back the urge to roll your eyes at the prince.

"The very same."

"Wow! I… I wasn't expecting a knight with such a prestigous lineage…" John said, playing with his fingers nervously. You raise a brow slightly. If you had one word to describe the boy in front of you, you would have to say, 'dork'. He is showing no signs so far of being the 'snobby prince' you have heard about. "B-But, anyway, you ready to go outside?" John asks quickly, the excitement obviously building. Slowly you nod.

"Yes. That is why I'm here." You say. You want this to be over with. He grins at you before you two slowly walk outside. You watch as the prince's face beams with curiosity and amazement as he starts to run around in the snow. He is almost acting like a child on Christmas morning. He then starts spinning around, his arms out and his eyes closed, grin obvious on his face. He, while twirling, trips and fall onto his back, causing him to laugh. You walk over to him slowly standing over him. "Dude. What are you doing? You look like an idiot."

"But this is so COOL!" He says. He then laughs at his own pun. "Literally and figuratively!" You stare at him, before extending your hand.

"I'm sorry to say, but that pun was terrible. Allow me to help you up, sir." You say. He pouts slightly.

"Oh, I meant to tell you, just call me John. You're too formal. We're about the same age right? It'd just be weird to have you calling me "sir" and "your highness" all the time." He grins at you, and takes the hand you offered to help him back to his feet. You look at him with wide eyes. Wait. What?! The prince famous for shunning all around him is telling you, a knight, to call him by his first name.

"But sir… That's really not appropriate…" You say.

"Fine. When it's just the two of us? Please, I don't get a chance to see many people…" John explains. This statement thoroughly confuses you. You shuffle your feet uncomfortably, not sure exactly how to respond to his totally unexpected request. "Pleeeeeeeease?" he all but begs, imploring you with widened eyes and an injured expression.

"Well… If that is what you want…. John." You say, earning a grin from him.

"Come on! I wanna walk around more!" John says, turning on his heels and walking towards the snowy wooded area. You quickly follow him. He looks around, still amazed at how the area looks with snow covering the trees. His excitement is quite contagious and you slowly, while he's not looking, form a snowball in your hands. You wait until he is totally preoccupied with getting the snow off of the branches of a tree by pulling the branch down, and letting it snap back up so that the snow resting on the branch is launched into the air and drifts gently back down around him, swirling in the breeze that you notice has begun to pick up. Shivering slightly, you pull the thick wool fabric of your outer tunic closer to you, and surreptitiously take a throwing stance, winding up, and letting the snowball fly, chuckling as it hits the prince squarely in the back of the head, frozen clumps of icy white now intermingled with the dark brunette of his hair. John stops what he's doing and freezes where he stands, turning slowly to face you with wide eyes. All you can do is stare back, locking eyes with your superior, and charge, who you just threw a fucking snowball at. HARD. Oh shit. Oh holy F*CKING SHIT. You are royally screwed. In more ways that one.

"I-I'm sorry I just… It's snowing and you really can't experience snow without one snowball fight I am sorry I-" You continue rambling as he stares at you. He walks over to you and puts his hands on your mouth, effectively shutting you up.

"What was that, and how do you do it?" John asks, a bit of a mischievous glint in his eyes. You visibly relax. You're not gonna die. He's okay with it. You slowly show him how to make a snowball and then, next thing you realize, you are having a snowball fight with the prince. In these moments, you realize the prince is NOTHING like the rumors. He's actually really fun to be around. He actually wants to know you, spend time with you, and, most shocking of all, he treats you like an actual person. You feel this job might not be as bad as you originally thought.

Be the prince.

You are having a blast! You haven't had this much fun since, well, before you discovered your powers. This snowball fight Dave showed you is amazing! You may not be very good at it, but that doesn't make this any less fun. You throw yourself to the ground to evade another snowball launched in your direction, and prep another snowball before scrambling to your feet. Lost in the moment, you grin exuberantly and fling it with all your might at Dave. You watch as the snowball rips through the air, propelled by a fantastic gust of wind, and hits Dave squarely in the chest, knocking the air out of him and sending him flying. You quickly realize what happened. Your powers. They strengthened that shot. You watch as Dave hits a tree and slumps down to the ground. You slowly step back as you hug yourself.

"Wow… That's some arm you've got there." Dave says, standing up slowly. You know you have lost all the color in your face. "John? You okay?" He asks. You shake your head, not looking at him.

"I… I need to go back inside…" You say, quickly walking past him. You don't look at him, but hear his footsteps following you. You quickly walk to your room and slam the door shut. You don't know if he's outside the door or not. Right now, you're scared to see anyone. Your powers acted up again. You curl up on your bed before hearing a knock on your door.

"John?" Oh. It's Jade. You can hear the apprehension in her voice. She must have talked to Dave. "Do you wanna play hide and seek? Or ride our bikes down the hall?" You bite your lips, the memories of that day seven years ago come flooding in your head. "I think some company is overdue, I've started talking to the pictures on the wall." you allow yourself a short, wry laugh at that. "It gets a little lonely, all these empty rooms, just watching the hours tick by…" You hugs your knees to your chest, deciding not to answer her. You hear her walking down the hallway slowly, before you lean your head on your pillow, closing your eyes and falling asleep.