Lynette awoke the next day somewhere around mid-noon but even after having such a long sleep, she still felt uneasy on venturing around the grounds of the castle alone. All of a sudden a soft knock could be heard on her door.

            “You may come in.”

            A page of about 10 years old entered her room carrying some fresh clothes that she could wear. He laid the clothes on Lynette’s bed and before leaving her room, he enquired, “Will there be anything else that milady would like to request?”

            “In fact, there is one thing you can do for me young lad. Can you call Lord Cullyn for me?”

            “As you wish, milady.”

            Before exciting the room, the page made a slight bow and closed the door. Lord Cullyn was peculiar in his own sort of way but if it was not for him, she would have felt out of place among the people living in the castle. Lynette tried hard not to think of him but it was hard to demolish that thought. Deep down, Lynette was slightly attracted to Cullyn but it was an attraction that would soon fade away because there was no way that she could compete with the other ladies that were after him. A sudden knock on the door startled Lynette from her thoughts.

            “You may come in.”

            “You called me, Lynette?”

            “Yes, I did my lord. I was wondering if you could show me around the castle so that I can get accustomed to the new surroundings.”

            She looked at him with pleading sapphire blue eyes. This was not something Cullyn had expected but he knew that this was one of the few moments that he could be with Lynette alone.

            “Well, it would be my pleasure, Lynette.”

            Lord Cullyn brought Lynette to the Great Hall and she was in awe when she saw that area. Before he could talk to her, the castle’s page quickly ran to him and informed him that his presence was urgently required by Prince Rhodry. Lynette knew it must be something important and decided to walk back to her room. While walking back, she passed Lord Cain’s suite and wondered whether she should confront him or not. Gathering all her guts, she knocked his door and waited for an answer.

            “Come in!”

            Lynette knew that Lord Cain was not in a good mood but she decided to enter. Lord Cain’s eyes were now staring straight towards her and it gave Lynette a sudden chill.

            “What do you want?! Do you know that you do not have the right to come into my suite without reason! Plus, I am not in the mood to talk to anyone especially you!” His voice echoed through the hallways but Lynette’s face gave no sign of weakness.

            “Your lordship, I came here to enquire why your lordship never greeted me even when I first step here. I don’t understand why you resent me! Why do you treat me as if I’m a pile of dirt to you?!” Lynette could feel her temper rising fast but she still stood calm.

          Cain looked at her with the corner of his eyes, quiet as he tries to restrain from showing that he’s quite shocked by her reply then slowly taking his gaze away to look out the window. His thumb subconsciously rubbed the side of his cheek when he realized that her words were mere words and not a slap. He couldn’t hold back his smirk. “Lynette…” He sighed, giving in that… maybe, he had been a tad bit cruel to the girl. But Rhodry… and Brangwen, had not exactly gave him the reason to smile, much more lately. Then again, he realized that it was a selfish act to vent his anger out on her.

            “Y-yes, my lord?” Lynette snapped him back to solid ground after the long silence. 

            “I’m sorry, for… not treating you right. It was rude and selfish of me to blame you when I’m feeling under the weather.”

            His sentence stopped there, when the image of a girl, smiling flashed past his mind. His fist tighten against the table beside him, as he tried to restrain his temper from rising, or more importantly, blowing up.

            “But I hope you understand now, that I would prefer you to stay away… for the good of yourself… and mine.” He turned to face the sweet girl with a faint smile.

            “But, my Lord Cain…” Lynette took a step forward, but stopped when he cut her.

            “Please, Lynette.” Cain lowered his gaze from her.

            “You’re better off under Cullyn’s care.”

            Lynette felt a sense to rebel but she knew better. After a curtsy, and having the permission to excuse herself, she left. Cain breath out a sigh, then letting himself sit back into his chair.

            “Eve…”

            He stared out into nothing, recalling her mahogany shade hair and deep sets of blue eyes. Her smile, her laugh, her warmth… her long lost presence. His brow narrowed at the thought, recalling the night coloured with shades of red; he could still taste the metallic taste of blood lingering around him… and staining his hand. Giving him a lasting impression that his sins were embedded into his skin. The crime he had committed when he was fresh into the military; the reason half of the town he was supposed to protect burnt to ashes, leaving nothing, killing hundreds, including the girl he loved so much… He raised his hand to touch the rings hanging side by side in a silver chain around his neck, the smaller one rusted here and there from the burnt while the other, by blood. One of them belonged to her of course, the promise they made to stay together… but her corpse was burnt beyond recognition, just like the rest. He couldn’t save her… and he didn’t have a chance to see her for one last time. His body shook at the thought.

            “Eve…” He whispered.

            She was just like Lynette, assigned to be under his care. He did take care of her, he let nothing harm her… but he wasn’t good enough. Because of his lost, he didn’t care about the death sentence the King punished him; at least, he could be with Eve… He remembered that. There was no point for him to continue living without her around… but the young prince alone put faith in him, even after what he had committed. Rhodry left a scar on the side of his forehead and announced that he was dead to the world and rose as a new man. He’ll never forget the prince’s deed for him, he’ll make sure he’ll keep his word this time. A smile crawled to his face as the grip around the ring tightened.

            “Are you mad at me, Eve?” He threw the question to the wind and a warm feeling came as a reply.

            “I love you too, Eve…”

            He smiled, though bleakly. Ever since that day on, he had been by the prince’s side, caring for him as if he was his own brother. He taught him the art of sword-fighting and war, just enough for him to take care of himself. Cain knew that the young prince was not keen on being crowned king but he had hope for him; high hopes that he would bring this country back to its best. Though it won’t be as easy as how King Albert brought it down… Especially now that the prince is not well. He tries to recall that fateful day, how could he forget? He and Rhodry were out on one of their hunting trips in the nearby forest when a shadow stabbed the prince on his right stomach. Whether the spot was deliberately done or not, he couldn’t tell. But if only he was a second later to pull out that sword, there would be enough poison in his body to kill him.

            “The blasted demon.” Cain cursed the unknown creature.

            Slowly Rhodry began to develop queer diseases day by day. It doesn’t exactly weaken him but he felt as if they eat him up alive, little by little… and it kills him to see Rhodry suffering in pain every night. It was too much. Cain had done hundred of research on the poison but none seemed to be exactly it, nor did anyone know much about it. And Rhodry’s pair of wings… they sprouted out from a scar like tattoo on his back few days after the incident… and he’s the only one who witnessed it. Cain bit his lower lip. It has the colour of an angel’s but would it serve as one? He wondered.

            “Rhodry, it’s been a year since your parents’ death, are you now ready to be crowned king?” Cain asked no one in particular.

“I’ll always be there with you, but if only I can find the cure for you, Prince Rhodry.” His fist tightened, determined.

Cullyn walked slowly up the steps that led to Prince Rhodry’s private chambers. Each step he took was filled with dread. What could be so important for the prince to call him all of a sudden? Cullyn knew very well that the prince never had a liking for him and the only reason why he kept Cullyn in his service was because Cain needed his help with the war band and that he was one of the greatest fighters at that time. He raised his hand and banged on the door leading to the prince’s private chambers. A guard opened the door and led him into the room. Prince Rhodry was standing in the corner, staring out of the window. Cullyn stood silently and waited to be acknowledged. The guard left the room and silence embraced them. Both stubbornly did not want to be the first to break the silence, both stood still. The silence lasted for a very long time until Prince Rhodry slammed his fist onto the table, breaking it into half and turned around to face Cullyn. Cullyn stared coldly back.

“Your Highness was looking for me?” He broke the silence only because rank forced him to.

Prince Rhodry smiled a cold smile knowing that in all matters he was still above and therefore has power over Cullyn.

“Cullyn, I have an important task for you to complete. Last night there was an attempted assassination at Lord Prisham. A few of his war band members were killed protecting him and now they are in need for helpto guard Lord Prisham in the case a second attempt was taken to assassinate him. I would like you to…”

“No.”

Prince Rhodry raised an eyebrow at Cullyn. Cullyn stood very still, with no expression on his face and said again, “No.”

Prince Rhodry looked like he could stab and strangle Cullyn on the spot but instead he took in a deep breath and nodded his head.

“Alright. I’ll find someone else to take that place. You may leave.”

Cullyn left the room without another word. As soon as he was out, he slammed his fist into the wall. How dare he try and send him away from the castle! Cullyn swore to never allow the prince to send him away. With a bad mood, Cullyn decided to take a stroll around the royal garden. He looked out the window and saw Brangwen sitting on a bench in the garden. With a tingle of happiness, Cullyn quickly rushed down to meet her.

      Lynette stared out from her carriage and saw that she was approaching the late King Albert’s castle. It was still pitch black outside but the sky was shining brightly with stars. Before her dear uncle, Baron Theoden died, his final wish was to send Lynette to King Albert’s castle to be taken care by a lord whom she had rarely heard of. But before any arrangements were made to contact the lord, her uncle passed away suddenly and it gave her a huge shock. Her carriage now reached her destination and the footman opened the carriage door for her. Her first impression of King Albert’s castle was she found the castle to be beautifully crafted. A man servant greeted her in the foyer in the middle of the night.

      “Good evening, Miss Lynette. This castle rarely receives guests late in the night. I presume you must be very tired after the long trip.” Lynette looked around her surroundings and got back to the man servant.

      “Yes, of course but I would like to enquire. When will I meet this lord?”

      “Oh… you mean Lord Cain. His Lordship requests that you have a good rest tonight and a meeting will be arranged tomorrow. I’ll show you to your room.”

      Lynette started following the man servant and wondered what more surprises were in stored for her.

      “I wonder… who you are…” Rhodry muttered as his fingers traced a picture that painted an exact copy of his looks but not who he is…

The spacious room was brightly lit from the beam of the full moon outside. He could see the pictures lined perfectly in rows on the wall, with various sizes, professionally made and golden frames around each one. He stared at a man who was looking back with a mouth that seemed to tease a smirk. His eyes were that of a foamy-sea green; glaring, sly yet sickening all at the same time. Rhodry’s mouth dropped into an unsatisfied frown. He doesn’t know the reason but he could feel a rising anger within him. Everything about the man, whom he assumed was the late king… who is supposable is his father, made him furious. Quickly, he tore that gaze away to look at a lady beside the man. A warm feeling of familiarity enveloped him at that sight… he stared, from her auburn hair, to the high cheekbones, her pair of eyes, blue and green tinted and a mouth that smile firmly yet kind.

      “Mum…” He smiled, tracing a hand and remembering his own mum from his own time. But just then, he caught a shadow hurried past from the door with the corner of his eyes. Then the room was empty.

      Lynette tried to steady herself by breathing shallow a couple of times, a hand on her chest. She wondered what was up with that Prince Rhodry. “I hope he’s not planning to be like his late father…”

      “What’s wrong with my father?”

      A figure appeared suddenly behind her with his shadow that seemed abnormally big and cornered her. Lynette jumped, turning around quickly only to be returned by the presence of Prince Rhodry. “Who are you?”

      Rhodry noticed that he sounded somewhat ordering, but he can’t seem to help it. He started to have familiar feelings and bits of memories about this new home of his. Studying Lynette, he was sure he had never seen the girl before; especially from the look on her face by the presence of his wings… it was obvious.

      “P-prince Rhodry, Your Majesty.” He watched as she curtsied.

      “Who are you, may I know fair lady…” He bowed slightly and made sure that he sounded more polite.

“I’m Lynette, my Lord.” She tilted her head slightly and stared into Prince Rhodry’s eyes. She always had an image of Prince Rhodry as somewhat big and lazy with greedy eyes, just like King Albert. But what she saw tonight was the total opposite. Prince Rhodry was tall and was actually good looking. No wonder the girls of the village were always gossiping about him.

“And what are you doing walking around the castle in the middle of the night?” Prince Rhodry stared at her and wondered whether she was up to anything. Maybe to steal something, but when Lynette looked up and into his eyes, all his presumption disappeared. Somehow he felt his soul being attracted to her. To this girl he barely knew.

“I just arrived and was on my way to my room though now I seem to be lost.” Lynette blushed with embarrassment. Imagine being caught by the prince walking around the castle at night. Obviously he would get suspicious.

Just then, a figure who was wearing all black came up behind the pair that was talking in the dark hallway. From that distance, he saw Prince Rhodry leaning nearer to that girl, who was to be under Lord Cain’s care. He stood silently and the two were unaware of his presence until he walked up to them. “Good evening, Your Highness.” The two figures jumped back in surprise.

“Lord Cullyn! We didn’t hear you coming. You shouldn’t walk around so silently like a ghost. One day, you might give someone a heart attack.”

“I’m sorry, Your Highness. I will try to make my presence known to others in the future.” Cullyn looked down at Lynette and nod his head. “Prince Rhodry, may I lead this lady to her room? It is not the right hour to be standing and talking in the corridor.” He gave Prince Rhodry a cautious look and without waiting for an answer, took Lynette’s hand and started leading her away, knowing very well he had made Prince Rhodry unhappy. True enough, Prince Rhodry looked at the pair leaving the corridor, with a feeling of slow anger rising in him. He never had a liking towards Lord Cullyn. He was too quiet and secretive for Rhodry’s liking. Prince Rhodry walked off to his room knowing that for now, he could do nothing about Lord Cullyn but in the future… he would not forget…

Cain sat on a chair by the hearth as he brooded over a tankard of ale. It was well past midnight. In fact it was nearing dawn. Where was she? At the very moment, the door to their private suite creaked open and a cloaked Brangwen tiptoed in, obvious that she did not wish to wake a man whom unfortunately for her, was already awake.

“Where have you been?” His voice echoed sternly through the room.

Brangwen seemed to go rigid, her back to him as she closed the door normally, without the need for stealth now that she had been found, leaving the hood to hover over her head in shadow.

“A friend of the baker’s wife was having a child and I volunteered to assist the mid-wife during birth.”

“That explains the blood on your hands and face. It doesn’t however explain that bruise and cut on your face.”

Brangwen grumbled as she made her way to the hearth.

“Your eyesight is too sharp for your own cursed good.”

Cain put the tankard down with a weary sigh. “I wish you would tell me what you were up to. Last week you came home with bruised ribs. Somehow your excuse just doesn’t seem to fit in. You fall of your horse when I know you to be an excellent horsewoman. You fall down the stairs when I know you to not have been clumsy a day in your life and now you ‘volunteer’ yourself to help with a birth when you’ve naught a notion of how to even properly carry a child.”

Brangwen stood at this point and with her hands on her hips she retorted heatedly, “I resent that! I do know how to carry an infant. I do fall off stairs and I do fall off my horse. And as to the cut and bruise on my face. My task during this birth was to hold the frantic woman down, and she refused to like the young wildcat she was!”

Stalking to the door that led to her chambers, she turned back once again and said, “Furthermore I am no longer a child that you need to stay up the whole night for in worry. I can take perfect care of myself!”

At that she slammed the door and left Cain fuming. With a ragged sigh, she moved o bad and sat with a pained sigh. She had lied once again. Curse Lord Prisham’s personal guard. They had taken the rebels by the unawareness and they had escaped upon pure luck alone. The news would be all over the castle about the attempted assassination and in her current state, she was in no mood to deal with it. Especially now that she felt more than one rib bruised and a dislocated shoulder, fresh with pain from putting it back in place. Tomorrow will be hell!   

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2nd Entry

          Light shone into the room and into Prince Rhodry’s face. Prince Rhody stretched out his cramp muscles and opened his eyes. It was then that he realised that he was not in his room but in a magnificent bedroom with cushions, flowers and a gold marble floor. Rhodry was about to stand up when the door opened and the same knight that he saw the day before entered in.

         “Good morning, Prince Rhodry. Lord Cain at your service.”

         The knight stood tall, about a head more than the prince, his golden mane tied back in a loose ponytail, his green eyes aglow with the warmth of friendship. Rhodry was about to ask of his whereabouts when behind Lord Cain, appeared a young woman with gold hair and the most piercing green-gold eyes. And behind that haughty scornful air around her lurked and air of irritating familiarity. Another thing that puzzled Rhodry was the feeling… the aura of hate and the want to kill… to gut him.

         But the feeling disappeared when she broke into a smile, “Good morning, Your Highness. Forgive my intrusion.”

         The knight beside her sighed as she made her way to his side and he clasped her shoulder. “My sister, Brangwen, Your Highness. She just arrived from the village.”

          She curtsied, “You may call me Gwen, Your Highness.” There was that tone again. A tone of hate and loathing.

          Prince Rhodry winced, it must have been obvious since Lord Cain immediately held him firmly by his shoulder. Rhodry looked at him but he was facing his sister, Brangwen.

          “Gwennie.”

     He didn’t have to say any more for her to understand the order.

            “Excuse me.” She curtisied and left.

Rhodry’s gaze followed her out the door, he didn’t know whether to hate her or to fear her…

            “How do you fare my prince?”

            Cain turned his attention to Rhodry. The prince felt himself turn a shed scarlet at his brotherly care. As if Cain had knew him for all his life… and more. With an understanding smile, Cain helped Rhodry to a sitting position. Then Rhodry felt something soft brushing against his fingers and realised the bandages covering some parts of his body.

            “We’re still trying to find a cure for you, Your Highness…”

Cain put a hand on the back of his shoulder. Rhodry shifted uneasily under his hold and he seemed to realise it.

“What’s wrong, Your Highness? Are you feeling quesy again?” Cain moved closer and put his palm on the prince’s forehead.

“You’re not having a fever again, are you? We can’t risk you fainting again, Your Majesty.”

Cain stared at Rhodry with worried eyes. It was only after a few seconds that Rhodry realised Cain was waiting for a reply.

“Did I faint? When? Where am I? How can I be a prince? I’m just a normal teenage boy who goes to school…”

As soon as he started he couldn’t stop. Question after question came gushing out of his mouth. By the time he finished, Cain had a worried and hurt look on his face. “Nurse!” Cain suddenly shouted and Rhodry was thrown back. A lady in white entered the room. Before she could utter a single word, Cain pulled her over to my side.

“His fever must have made him forget everything. What can we do now? Our prince has forgotten who he is! We must help him… remember… if we do not… the kingdom will surely perish.”

           His voice began to blur as Rhodry strained to listen. Prince Rhodry was too worked up in his frenzy. He was weak and everything made no sense! What sick demented joke was this? His mind screamed, his vision faltered and he began to feel sick, on an empty stomach. His back burned and it felt as if the wings on his back wanted to part him in two. Then Rhodry heard a scream. One of terror. Was it the nurse?

“Restrain him! Restrain him! He is at it again. Guards! Gwen get the medicine!”

What medicine? What was happening? Rhodry felt a hand on his shoulder and Cain’s voice penetrated the ringing in his ears. The throbbing pain. “Gods why curse him? Why not me?”

Then Rhodry heard that haughty voice again. “Hold him! The potion will burn.”

Then he felt something thrown down, drowning his throat, burning him, his whole being. The feeling that burnt him lasted an eternity and he could not concentrate on what was happening around him.

Everthing was in chaos and there was nothing Gwen could do but wait patiently outside Maxwell’s room until everything would settle down again. Nurses could be seen going in and out of the room carrying trays filled with cloths. Rhodry’s scream was getting louder every minute and Gwen wondered if he would ever get out of this nightmare. Deep down, she did really pity him especially now in this sort of condition. A nurse soon came out and she decided to enquire about his condition.

“How is he right now?” The nurse gave her a solemn look, which would explain everything.

“I’m really not sure about his condition, Lady Brangwen. It’s still unstable.”

           Before Gwen could reply, the room seemed to shake with a BAM! The colour drowned from the nurse’s face as she hurried back in. Even from where she was standing she could hear her brother’s ranting… about Prince Rhodry’s well-being. A frown entered her fair face at the thought. At the same time, Cain slammed open the chamber’s door and stormed out; by the look on his face, His Highness’s condition had not improved. With that thought, she turned to her heels and headed downstairs and out into the garden, where she bumped into a person whom she least expected to meet then and there.

           “Ysolla?” The name slipped past her lips when she came face to face with the girl gifted with sunshine kissed hair and china-blue eyes.

           “Hello, Gwen!”

           Ysolla smiled with with her ever sing-song voice filled the atmosphere.

           “How do you fare, Gwen?” She took Gwen’s hand in hers. “And have you seen, dear Rhodry?”

           Gwen stared at her and tried her best to keep in her disgust.

           “Prince Rhodry, you mean.” She hissed emphasizing on the word, Prince.

           “Oh yes, my darling Prince Rhodry. Have you seen him around?” Gwen nodded her head and tried to hide a grin.

          “He’s sick again in his room. His condition seems quite bad.”

           A small smile managed to escape but Ysolla didn’t notice it.

           “Oh no! I better go and see him! Take care Gwen and keep dear Rhodry in your prayers.”

           Ysolla turned away and left towards Rhodry’s room. Gwen took a step out of the garden and into town muttering to herself, “As if I would.” Now safe away from the ever ear-on-every-wall palace, she allowed her doubts to cover her face in shadow. King Sarycyn was fast growing impatient and Rhodry was fast on his way to completion. She knew that the favour leaned now on him. His vast army and gold was crushing the rebellion. Every attack they made seemed only like a pin-prick to him. She sighed, perhaps it was her fault as well. Her constant orders to not harm her brother or any man on his legion was weighing down on her men. Soon they would defy her and her brother would have no more protection against them.

           “This is stupid and will lead us no further!” She growled to herself.

           She only wished her brother’s blindness to the king’s demented rule. Pulling her scarf across her face, she readied herself. They were planning another assasination. That of Lord Prisham’s the King’s right-hand man. Entering the dark tavern she greeted unanimously. Men of every shape and size were awaiting her.

           “We strike tonight.”

Chapter 1

Cold, big drops of rain fell painfully on Maxwell as he stared at the statue in front of him. He could feel his tears warm against his cold skin. Turning around to find something of comfort to hold on to, Maxwell heard footsteps coming up behind him. Quickly, he turned around but no one was there. Was he hallucinating? No one else knows about this place except for him. After that slight interruption, he pondered back again into his own thoughts. The only thing that he could think of was how Elly went into shock in school this morning. The whole scene was so chaotic but still, he tried to think of something that could cheer him up during this cold and lonely night. Maxwell let the chisel and hammer slipped past his fingers then stepped up to sit on the cemented platform of the statue. He leaned back and let out a long sigh. The wings felt as if it was about to enclose him in a hug, the thought made him smile faintly.

“Heh…”

Maxwell wiped the blood from his hands onto his pants; he had stayed up late to do this for her… but now…

           “Oh, Elly… No…” Maxwell clenched his fist at the thought.

Tears came slowly out again and the wings were a great comfort until suddenly he felt it squeezing him harder and harder until pain shot through his arms.

“Ouch!”

Maxwell jumped up and away from the statue in pain. What he saw shocked him. It wasn’t an angel’s face staring back at him anymore. Instead it was Elly’s, with blood flowing down her beautiful cheeks. She gave Maxwell an evil grin and…

Thud! “What the…”

Maxwell looked around his surroundings. A feeling of relief swept over him as he realized that he was only in his room. He started to stand up and straighten himself but his eyes darted to his right hand. The sight that appeared to him was beyond his imagination. Why was his hand covered in blood?! As far as he knew, he had thought that he was only dreaming but what if he had traveled to another realm while he was asleep? No… something like that was impossible.

          Just as the thought slipped Maxwell’s mind, a voice seemed to have found its way inside him and it whispered, “Really Maxwell? Do you really believe so?”

Maxwell’s eyes widened as the vision of a bloodied angel swept past his mind; a sense of familiarity and fear drown him.

“Do you, really?” The voice spoke again but before he could react, a sharp pang pierced his back.

“Ah! Ah!! Aaahhh!!”

He grabbed himself, trying to bear the pain. Yet, as he looked up, Maxwell saw fluff of whites through his sweat-blurred vision. He knew then, he was sprouting wings… and he continued to scream. With a loud flap, his wings flew open wide before his very eyes. The last feather appeared and the pain stopped. Maxwell gasped in pain for air. The after effect of the pain was unbearable. Suddenly, the voice came again.

“Well Max, now do you think its real?”

With a gleeful laughter the voice disappeared and the vision around Maxwell started to blur. The scenery started to change and he found himself in the middle of a graveyard. His wings kept hitting him in the side and with his full strength, he opened it out wide. Zhup! A stinging pain came from his wing. There, an arrow stuck fast. Without much time to think, Maxwell heard the sound of rustling and low mumbles coming towards his direction. Instinctively, he flapped his wings and halfway flew to hide behind the tombstones. Leaning as low as possible with his wings tight around him, so not to be seen by whomever ‘it’ may be; the sight of the arrow full in his face. With a twitch of pain, Maxwell pulled it out with surprising strength, but he was more attracted with the picture of his own wings stained by a speck of his own blood… and he thought, “What is happening to me…”

From afar, he heard voices and hoofs of horses coming steadily towards him. Fear gripped his heart as he wondered as to what is going on, when the voice of Elly came into his head.

“You’re being hunted, Max. How does it feel like? Enjoying it? Cause I am…” And it left with an evil laughter.

“Don’t you just leave me like this, Elly! What do you think you’re doing?! I tried to help this morning! I did my best, it wasn’t my fault.”

Behind the veil of trees, a pair of golden green eyes peered out at this strange creature. A creature lost and unsuited for this time of war and ravage. A time where Angels and Gods have deserted the earth. He was the key to peace and a key to destruction. He was NOT welcome! She pulled the string of her bow, took careful aim and let loose. Die servant of the King!

 Right then, Maxwell felt so alone and deserted in this strange surrounding. All of a sudden, the voices of men could be heard and they were approaching closer and closer. If God was on his side, those men may turn out to be good people but he doubt that would ever really happen. He had to make a decision where if he were to stay put in this very location, he would end up being slaughtered by those men. But there was one other option left which would be to outrun those men by fleeing into the forest. “Think Maxwell, think. What will you do now…” Maxwell ignored the singsong voice in his head and shifted into a crouch to dash but just then an arrow flew past and struck the tree in front. His eyes widened, bewildered. He could feel the eerie warmth of blood on his cheek. They wanted him dead! Maxwell panicked. Somehow, he felt his pupils turned slit-like and all at once his surrounding seemed clearer, much clearer… with small details he have never paid attention became highlighted.

“Prince Rhodry!”

He felt his wings opened wide in defense as he turned to face them, wandering when did he stand up… and why do they seem to respect me…

“Prince Rhodry?” Just then, one of the knights came forward as he stood with his wings spread, ready to attack.

“Prince Rhodry, what are you doing here? Everyone in the kingdom has been out looking for you.”

Maxwell stared back in confusion. Him? A prince? No way.

“Come my prince. We must hurry back. You are at danger out here.” The knight took Maxwell’s hand and led him away…

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-The Writers-

This Xanga website is made especially for our dear friends who loves reading this story we created. The title of this deep plot story... well... soon to be novel *grins* is 'A Tale Of Wyvern'. The setting for this novel is during the medieval ages where kings rule with power and people fight for their honor, year 1119. Before we start posting any part of the story.... let us first introduce the *ehem* great writers. There is Yumie, Kitsune, Mia and Kiki. Our entries will be coloured coded... in other words green-Yumie, blue-Kitsune, red-Mia and purple-Kiki. For the moment, our story has not been properly editted yet and so we apologies for the grammar mistakes and any short comings of it. Now... every great novel has its characters. Below are the current main characters that we have. Any new ones will be added on later...

Name : Prince Rhodry Ayreus of Wyvern aka Maxwell
Status : Crown Prince
D.O.B : 18.03.1097 
Age : 22 years old
Zodiac : Pisces
Choice of weapon : Sword
Likes : Hunting, freedom and sword fighting
Dislikes : Cats
Personality : Artsy, stubborn, loyal, hard to gain his trust, confused and dramatic
Appearance : Has wings, blue-green tinted eyes and light brown hair
Author : Yumie

Name : Lady Ysolla Wina of Boar
Status : Lady of Boar
D.O.B : 06.06.1100
Age : 19 years old
Zodiac : Gemini
Choice of weapon : Hair pin
Likes : Flowers, mirrors and make-up
Dislikes : Bugs, the outdoors, riding, mingling with pretty girls and common born
Personality : Vain, naive, sly, self-centered, proud and insecure
Appearance : Sunshine kissed hair with china blue eyes
Author : Kiki

Name : Lord Cain Elcyion Lacar of Aberwyn
Status : Captain of the Royal Guard
D.O.B : 09.04.1092
Age : 27 years old
Zodiac : Aries
Choice of weapon : A pair of swords
Likes : Sword fighting, sparring and sunsets
Dislikes : Traitors
Personality : Protective, brave, caring, brotherly, full of leadership and is afraid of fires
Appearance : A head taller than Prince Rhodry, gold hair tied in a  pony-tail and green eyes
Author : Yumie

Name : Lady Brangwen Elcyion Lacar of Aberwyn
Status : Leader of the rebellion
D.O.B : 09.04.1098
Age : 21 years old
Zodiac : Aries
Choice of weapon : Bow and arrows
Likes : Cats, riding, archery and sunrise
Dislikes : Water and oppression
Personality : Stubborn, brave, intelligent, calculative, sarcastic, afraid of losing people she loves and righteous
Appearance : Golden green eyes, gold hair and is tall
Author : Mia

Name : Lord Cullyn Falcon of Cerrmorr
Status : Vice-captain of the Royal Guard and an assassin
D.O.B : 14.11.1095
Age : 24 years old
Zodiac : Scorpio
Choice of weapon : Daggers
Likes : Sword fighting, riding and wandering in the woods
Dislikes : Crowds and people with high ranks
Personality : Strong, silent, insecure, doesn't show emotions, mysterious, responsible and knows his stand
Appearance : Dark hair, hazel brown eyes with a sword tattoo on his left eye down to his cheek 
Author : Kitsune

Name : Lady Lynette Devaberial of Elddid
Status : Royal bastard*
D.O.B : 02.07.1100
Age : 19 years old
Zodiac : Cancer
Choice of weapon : Fan
Likes : Making dolls, wandering and sewing
Dislikes : Cold weathers and self-centered people
Personality : Inquisitive, humble, understanding, caring and loyal to the ones she loves
Appearance : A brunette with blue eyes
Author : Kiki

Name : Lord Blaen Geis of Clw Cloc
Status : Advisor to Prince Rhodry
D.O.B : 28.12.1089
Age : 30 years old
Zodiac : Capricorn
Choice of weapon : Black magic
Likes : Nature, wandering in the forest and power
Dislikes : Interferences and women
Personality : Silent, smart, mysterious, evil, dual intentions and manipulative
Appearance : Long silver hair with black eyes
Author : Kitsune

*A royal bastard is not a modern day meaning of a bastard ;P When a King beds a commoner and she gets pregnant, the child is known as a royal bastard. The child will not hold the title of the King but instead will be be under the title of its mother.

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