A boy can be seen running through a thick forest. The only noise he hears are his own scared rapid breaths and the distant shouts of voices echoing off the thick canvas of branches and leaves. His sight made blurry through the pools of tears that were spilling out.

"Where did he go".

The boy keeps running, not daring to look back or slow down in the slightest, scared that if he does so, the answer to the man's question will be answered.

"Who saw him last?"

"Wasn't one of those women meant to be watching him?"

The boy thought back to how the woman who was watching him had gone rushing out of the room to check on…. her… and had forgotten to shut the window to the room he was confined too.

"How could you let him escape you idiots." This voice, he knew immediately. The only one he recognised as it was the only one who had talked to him the previous few days. How he hated this voice. The lying, the scolding, the mean remarks he made to him even though he didn't do anything wrong….. did he?

"After him, we can't let him be found. The king will not be pleased with this. Make sure that he is captured and stopped."

It wasn't his fault. He didn't mean to cause the problem, he couldn't help it. Please, why couldn't they have just left us alone. That voice blamed him for this, as did everyone else he saw. The way they looked at him, he knew they were blaming him, but he didn't do anything, he was only 7.

"Kill him if necessary, make sure he doesn't leave this forest. GO NOW."

This was the last thing the boy heard before he fell down a hillside. As he tumbled down for what seemed like an eternity, he remembered the worst thing he will ever hear in his life, even though he will soon be dragged through hell and back and be forced to repeat it, this is still the worst memory of his existence. And it came from that voice, the reason why he loathes that voice so much.

"She's dead"

The boy pushes himself up from the ground and clutches the only two possession he has on him. A green necklace, the only reminder of her he has left. This would quickly become his most treasured possession. The other is a letter addressed to the only family member who might not throw him away or scorn him for the crime of being born. This would quickly become the thing he hates the most in the entire world and yet he will never even think about discarding it for he believes it his only hope of some sort of happiness again. But that is why he hates it.

He opened it at first but after he read who it was addressed to, he quickly re-sealed it, as the name he saw scared him. Of course he had heard of her,… mom… had talked about her on several occasions and through what he had heard he hoped she would hug like him like his now dead mother had done many times. That was all he wanted right now, a hug from his mom. But that was impossible now.

"Dear big sis Riveria…."

He recalled the name again from the letter and wished she would be just as nice as his mom said she was.

He would eventually find out after he talks to her…. 8 years from now.

The Loki Familia could be found on the 18th floor, plus a few guests as well.

In a tent within the campsite, a discussion is in motion. Its objective is to figure out the true identity to the sword princess. Within the tent are two elves, two amazons, a cat girl, a high smith and a white-haired, red eyed adventurer.

"Though it was believed Albert and the great wind spirit Aria had a child." The white haired boy said.

"The only way for Ais to be the daughter of Aria would be for her to come forward in time about 1,000 years. That just isn't possible." Countered a short haired Amazon.

"It would be like she just vanished." The cat girl added.

"Almost like the Cursed prince." An orange haired elf said.

"The Cursed Prince?" Questioned the high smith.

"Have you never heard of him. The lost prince is known throughout the elven race."

A shake of heads is shared throughout the group.

"The Cursed prince was the son of the high elf Celia, named after our great Queen Celdia and the younger sister of Lady Riveria. The story goes that the young boy resented the elven race and was a curse to the Royal family. It is thought he was the reason why Lady Celia got sick. After almost 8 years of him tormenting the royal family, he disapeared." The blonde elf explained.

"What happened to him?" the white haired boy asked.

"Know one knows."

"Why did he just disapear?" The long haired Amazon asked.

"Well just before he vanished, Princess Celia died. It is thought the prince killed his own mother after it was learnt she would make a full recovery and fled from his crime." The orange haired elf answered.

"Why would he do that?"

"The woman who was meant to be watching him on the night he fled said he had an evil smile on his face just before Lady Celia was known to be dead and that they heard laughing as his ran off. When word got out about this, a lot people believe that he wants to destroy the elven race. Just before I left my forest, he was used to scare children in to do stuff, like "go to bed on time or the lost prince will come and find you"."

"Thats awful, do you actually believe that though." The high smith asked.

"I think it must have been over exagerrated a bit, but I can't see why Lady Celia just suddenly got sick all of a sudden and then when it was found out she got better, she just died. Also the fact that the prince fled the scene doesn't help."

"I believe he was the reason Lady Celia died, as do most elves." The blonde elf concluded.

This brought a hush over the tent, none of the occupants not knowing what to say or do after hearing such a bone chilling story.

"Ais isn't like him though, and so there isn't much similairty between the two apart from they both vanished, that is if Ais is a 1,000 years old." The short haired amazon said, breaking the silence.

'I wonder what happened to the Cursd Prince. What kind of person could murder their own mother.' wondered the red eyed boy.

Little did the people in the tent know, standing outside of the tent flaps was a tall, beuatiful woman. She was dressed in a green mages robe, had long jade coloured hair and a pair of long, pointed ears. She had planned to walk in and try and ask something about Ais to the other Loki Familia girls but then that topic came up, one she has always had trouble dealing with.

'Why did you do it, my nephew?' Was her thought before she properly compossed herself to contiue on her previous goal.