Sorry for not uploading in a while, you'll understand at the end of the story if you know how to find it.

I would like to thank Random -Auntie and Uncle are NPC's- and ummm for reviewing my last chapter and I would like 2-3 more reviews before the next chapter.

This chapter I have decided to dedicate to one of my friends who is going through a really rough time right now but is still staying in school and trying their hardest even though it's a very sad time for them. Actually, this is to his whole family who had the strength to carry on. This is also to little Brayden, who be able to experience all the joys life has to offer.

Hope you guys like it- there's entry to some more familiar half prince characters- and sorry if the ending is sad.

Normal P.O.V.

Richard was unhappy; his daughter, the baby girl he'd only just found out he had, hated him. He truly did love her and her mother. Hui-ying had been his secretary for nearly three months before they'd done the deed and that had been the night before he had to go back to France; he'd never forgotten her. When he found out he had a child by her he was the happiest man in the world.

His late wife, Angela, knew that he'd had the affair and knew all the details. She'd been his friend since childhood and she was also in love with another person even though she was bound by law to bare another man's children. She was grateful to Richard because he'd allowed her to still see her love and be with him until the end; he even called for the man while she was dying in their bed. She'd known before Richard about the baby and it was she who'd told him; they were her last words to him right before she told him to go to Hui-ying and to marry her.

Richard and Angela's children however were not very excepting of their father's love of a woman other than their mother. They told their father that they'd never accept their half-sister or their soon-to-be step-mother. For a reason Richard didn't know, he was always making his children mad at him.

He watched as she stormed past her grandfather and stomped up the stairs. A few moments later they heard her bedroom door slam shut and lock. Hui-ying sighed and looked at Richard apologetically.

"I'm sorry about Feng," Hui-ying said taking his hand in hers and squeezing it. "She'll get used to you eventually."

"I'll be back," Richard said standing up. "I want to talk to her in private."

He walked up the stairs and to the room he knew to be hers and knocked on her bedroom door. There was no reply. He saw Hui-ying walk up the stairs with a key in her hand. She looked at him and said sadly, "I never thought I'd see the day where I'd actually have to use this."

"She's not a bad kid," he nodded at her. "She just has a lot going on right now that she can't accept."

Hui-ying unlocked Fengs door and let Richard in before going back downstairs to put the key away. He smiled fondly after the woman he loved most before entering the room. The color scheme was in varying shades of browns, creams, and golds. He saw Feng lying on her bed with the Second Life game set that he'd given her just two days previously on her head.

"Feng," he said knowing she couldn't hear him. She'd probably went into the game when she heard his footsteps on the stairs. "I'm sorry for everything, though I won't regret that one night with Hui-ying. How can I regret the night that I conceived you with the woman I love? I have a beautiful baby girl that I can now spoil to my heart's content- never mind Sara.

"Sara will be jealous though, but I have no doubt that you'll love your little sister. She turned sixteen last month and you two share the same hair along with Isaac. Isaac is your eldest brother. He's very over protective of his younger siblings especially Sara; he's spoiled her even more than I have. And then there is David. He was born four months before you and he has my eyes but he has this beautiful black hair that he likes to keep long- he says that the girls think its sexy," Richard laughed.

"You'd love them I know it. If only you'd give us a chance. And you'd convince them that you belong with them as part of the family and they'd love you and adore you; you have such a personality. I bet that Sara would hold you as a Goddess and David would pretend to flirt with you but threaten any dating prospects as far away from you as possible. Isaac…

"Well Isaac would take longer to accept you, knowing his nature. He was only four when you were conceived and he loves his mother above all else- even above Sara. He takes it as a personal insult that I slept with your mother. He'll come around eventually though, once he sees how well you'll get along with Sara and David. Then he'd probably protect you more fiercely than David and he'd probably get to the point where he'd stalk the poor guys who date you then after they drop you off he'd probably corner them and do away with them.

"Just give it a chance please," Richard finished. "I know things could come together if only you give it a shot. I'm sorry I was never there and I'll at least regret that for the rest of my life, so prepare to be a spoiled brat by the time you turn twenty."

And with that he kissed his daughters forehead and left the room, quietly closing the door behind him.

Hui-ying was sitting in her room thinking about how she'd raised her only child. Where had she gone wrong? She must have gone wrong somewhere because her daughter hated her father. How could she fix this? It was bad enough that her baby was growing up too fast for her liking but to have her baby hate its father? Yes, she'd done something wrong, but what?

Fengs P.O.V.

After I had logged in I started working with my throwing knives while thinking about what I'd done. Why had I run away? I wasn't a coward, wasn't I? But if I wasn't a coward, why'd I flee? I pondered on this for two whole hours before I'd had enough. I needed harder work to get my mind off of home; I needed to train with someone who'd make it so that I couldn't slack off because I was in a bad mood.

"Then I'd be finding as many ways to save money if I were you," Elrohir said as I took the bundles from him. "Also if you want to become a better archer you could go to Infinite City- their head archer Legolas is one of the best and He'd probably give you some tips instead of you wasting time like this."

This had better be worth it if Elrohir wanted to live past our next encounter. I started walking back towards Auntie and Uncles hut while collected herbs and stuff on the way: most was old but some was also new. I'd already filled up one of my notebooks with the creatures and their stats and all the plants and their stuff from this area. I'd be putting them all into sections and in alphabetical order when I had time.

"Elva," I heard Auntie calling me as I drew nearer to the hut. If she was calling me by my name then it must be important.

"Right here," I called to her as I exited the forest. I saw a tiny group of around four players next Auntie and Uncle on the tiny front porch or on the ground in front of it.

"Ah, you're back," Auntie said smiling warmly at me and kissing my cheek. "How was training?"

"Not hard enough," I pouted. "I actually want to talk to both you and Uncle about that after our guests are gone."

"Well I think introductions are in order," Uncle said gesturing to our guests.

"Hello, I am Ugly Wolf," said- you guessed it- a massive wolf man. Though I have to say he really wasn't that ugly despite his name. I started walking in a circle around him- I like to try to guess what class each player is without them telling me and apparently Auntie and Uncle had told them this because they let me.

"Can I call you Wolf-dage?" I asked as I continued to circle him. Hmm, he was wearing cloth- so he's in one of the squishier specs. Curious. And he has a staff but I don't see him as a mage because he doesn't seem the type.

"Call me whatever you want," Wolf-dage said raising an eyebrow.

"Are you a priest?" I asked.

"Yes, in fact I am," Wolf-dage laughed. Score one for Feng! I grinned at him with one of my goofiest smiles ever. "These NPC's told us that you've decided to become the fifth Researcher in the whole game? It suits you from what I see, Ms. Elva."

"Please don't call me Ms.," I said. "It makes me feel old and I'm only eighteen. And I think you're right: I've always been curious about things."

Wolf-dage laughed and introduced me to his wife Yulian who was a very pretty woman who I guessed to be in her very early twenties- if not twenty dead on. I could tell from her posture that she'd been well brought up and from her cloth clothes I could tell that she was also a squishy. She also had a wandish staff on her person.

"Are you a mage, Ms. Yulian?" I guessed. "And are you also the financialist in the group?"

She smiled at me and nodded. Hmm, curious because she doesn't seem to be the shy type. Maybe she's the type to hide her persona behind a false mask and them when you least expect it she will destroy you completely. Yup, that seems about right.

"I am Lolidragon," said a red-head with a ginormous chest. I didn't even have to look at her twice before saying "Thief." The others burst out laughing as Lolidragon grumbled under her breath.

"This is Nan Gong Zui," Wolf-dage said gesturing at a tall white and black haired man who was nearly as tall as Wolf-dage himself- who was a good two meters. His face was clean shaven and he was wearing plate armor. He also had a well-defined face and strong well-defined muscles all over- I doubted there was even an ounce of fat on his person.

I looked at him appraisingly and said "Bishie warrior." He turned red while the thief Lolidragon started cackling. I pride myself in knowing a nice looking guy (or girl) when I see one.

"I like her," Lolidragon kept cackling. She walked over to me and threw her arm around my shoulder. "We'll get along great. We can cause all the mayhem we want and stalk the guys in the men's bath-"

She shut up when she saw her teammates all glaring at her- the men were bright red suggested she'd done the bathroom thing before- and Yulian cracking her knuckles; I knew I'd guessed right about her personality. I couldn't help but laugh, it was just too hilarious. Lolidragon glowered at me, mad that I was laughing at her misfortunes. "So what brings you guys here?"

Lolidragon stopped glowering and stood up to her full height- that was just a tad bit shorter than me. "We've come to take these two NPC's to Infinite City in order to be the cities official player trainers. We've found the information that not only are these two self-aware but they are also the best in their field and have managed to train not only all of the games Researchers but players from other classes."

"You are free to come too," Yulian said. "We could always use more players for our city and Prince would love to meet you sometime. He's always complaining about not being able to go out and train and if you go with him he won't have to be followed by a huge mass of people. And you'd be able to gain levels fast with him."

"I'd appreciate that but I like slow leveling," I said, smiling sheepishly. "I like to look around and collect things as I level. I doubt that that Prince would like to spend forever in one spot just for me to observe things."

"Hmm," Yulian frowned. "Well okay then, but you are still free to join our city."

"And I will accept the offer of joining the city," I said. "I was going to head there anyway- one of my friends told me that there is a really good archer that could give me tips."

"You can get help in all your aspects there," Wolf-dage said. "I can help you with the technics of healing and such and Prince and Zui could help you on weapons, Lolidragon with poisons, and we have people from all classes."

"Great," I smiled. "Let me just get my things and help Auntie and Uncle pack their things. Then we can leave."

It was a week of walking to get to Infinite city normally but with me it took us nearly three because I kept stopping to observe or gather something or because I found something rare so that I could sell it for money- though Lolidragon made me give her a really rare, poisonous plant that I'd found. During those weeks I avoided my family and went to my only real life friend, Sammy's house and she let me sleep in her guest room once I had told what was going on.

Sammy always knew when I needed time to just get away from everything and think. She knew that the only reason my mother and I had gotten along so well over the years was because my mom was a single mother and I loved her too much to give her a hard time. We had always had a mutual agreement so that if either of us needed to just get away for a few days (or in my case a month) we always had a place to crash that we knew we could stay as long as we needed.

"Feng, lunch," Sammy called out of her kitchen as I finished packing my bags. It had taken me three weeks but I'd finally decided on what I was going to do. I was going to go back, suck up my pride and apologize- I refused to lose my mother over some guy, even over my father. "You're going back."

"Tomorrow," We'd always been good at reading each other. She handed me a plate of lasagna- she knew me too well come times. I'd been craving for lasagna for a week.

"Finally," she said through a mouth full of lasagna. "Took you long enough to realize your mistake."

"Yeah, yeah, don't rub salt into open wounds," I muttered around the fork and food. Sammy laughed. "So how's your mother? You went to see her earlier didn't you and she's about ready to pop, too."

Sammy shut up. "She lost the baby."

I nearly choked on my food and spluttered out a 'What!"

"Mike came home from work early yesterday," she said and I could see the glint in her eyes that signaled tears on the way. "He thought something was wrong earlier that day because when he went to feel the baby move before he went to work she didn't move and you know how that baby was always moving…

"Well he had a premonition at work and so he rushed home and set up a doctor's appointment-"

"Didn't she just have one two days ago?" Sammy was openly sobbing and I felt the sting of unshed tears in my eyes as well- everyone had been looking forward to the new baby.

"Yea," she sobbed. "They went again and th-the doctor couldn't find the heart beat- not even th-the tiniest sign of one. So they did another ultra sound and the um-umbilical ch-chord was w-wrapped around i-its neck."

I dropped my plate and went over to hug her hard, to comfort her the best I could. Sammy's mother was thought to be sterile after a childhood accident so when she'd married her husband and they'd both decided that the wanted a child, they adopted Sammy. When they'd learned nearly nine months ago that Sammy's mother had become pregnant- even with the high risk of miscarriage because of her age- everyone had started praying for the family and a safe pregnancy. The due date was in four days and to have come this far only to have it all come crashing down… It was far worse than tragic.

When Sammy had stopped crying, she blew her nose into a paper towel and thanked me. "Will you come to the funeral?"

"Not even zombie-ogres or the knights who say 'Ni' could keep me away," I said smiling sadly at her. She hugged me gratefully. "I'll stay here for another week. You need to be watched to make sure you don't decide to stop eating regularly."

She laughed and hugged me tighter. "And why would I do that?"

"Because I know you too well and you were really looking forward for the baby," I said patting her head. She nodded.

"You are the bestest, most annoying friend anyone could ever have," She grumbled.

"I know," I said. "And you're stuck with me."

She laughed just a tiny laugh before her eyes filled again and she started to cry again, making my shirt soaked.

So thanks for reading and for those who realized what happened put up a poem for the life that was lost on friday, February 10th, 2012. Also names, sex, and a couple of details were changed in my story (my friend wasn't adopted and his step-mother is not sterile thank god).

Remember to review (I want 2-3 reviews minimum!) and I hoped you guys liked it.

Here's the poem that my family put out for little Brayden:

The past should be left in the past,

Otherwise it can destroy the future.

Live life for what tomorrow has to offer,

Not for what yesterday has taken away.

Again, thanks for reading,

Serositannia