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Chapter 2
A Trip Fit for a Prince

Rocku’s body slammed into the side of the mountain as the rock that had given way disappeared into the mist below. Hissing in pain, he struggled to get his balance back. Frigid gusts of wind made his cheeks sting and his eyes water. Every bone in his body ached and his fingers were going numb from gripping to icy rocks.

If this was where the rebellion was, they certainly made it hard enough to get to. The rebellion. What was it like? Would they accept him? Betray him? Who was their leader and why didn’t they find him by now?

These were all questions that haunted him as he hoisted himself on to the ledge. For a moment, he just laid on his back staring at the grey, cloudy sky that, no doubt would pour freezing rain, the size of pebbles on his shoulders. After a few more minutes of catching his breath, he stood up and looked around.

His heart dropped to the pit of his stomach along with his jaw. The only thing in front of him was a small village surrounded by a small forest mostly made of pines and strange trees that had leaves that curved into what looked like little tiny spheres. All those strange letters that he had been finding were all leading to a pathetic little town that had less people than those living in the castle.

“Garr! What am I suppose to do while I’m here? Teach these people how to build paths!” He yelled out to thin air. Fuming he began his walk across the small plain separating him from the forest and village. This was getting old very fast and he could not waste his time going from town to town while the Darvonus were getting closer to taking the throne his throne.

He felt at the sword that had been given to him what seemed like ages ago but in reality it had only been about two weeks. I know I promised to wait until I was ready but I can’t take watching our kingdom fall much longer… He thought, a lump forming in his throat as he looked down at the dimly shining golden hilt. A drop of water hit the ruby in the gold hilt and split into tiny droplets. Then another hit his back and soon it was a steady drizzle.

Rocku scowled as he picked up the pace, cringing each time his wet pants slapped against the cut on his leg from the collision earlier. He was about half way across the plains when the rain began coming down harder to where he could barely see five yards ahead of him.

A flash of lightening caught his attention. The thunder came barely a second after it. It was dangerous to be on this open land. He would have to find shelter soon but it
would be difficult. There was another flash and he could smell smoldering wood. That one had hit one of the strange trees nearby. With a low growl he took off in a jog. He had to speed up progress any way he could.

The small huts became larger but ever so slowly. Even in the steady pace he knew that he wasn’t going fast enough. Finally he decided what he would have to do. With a deep breath he took off in a sprint, the ice cold rain drop pelting him with each stride. This sped up the distance he covered but took a dramatic toll on his energy.

Items became heavier and his hunger-weakened body began to give out, just as that rock on the side of the mountain had. He had to slow down into another slow jug but soon that became a trudge. Slowly keeping his eyes open became a burden. He dropped to his knees and supported himself with his shaking arms. Eventually his arms collapsed as well and he gently fell to his side.

All he could hear was the rain drops falling to the ground, the occasional roaring of the thunder, and his own heartbeat. The cold water seeped into every part of him, feeling like the marbles he and his sisters used to play with, landing his exposed side. A chilled wind he hadn’t noticed before, blew over him making even colder. The last thing he saw before slipping out of consciousness was someone’s boots landing next to a white stallion’s hooves, directly in front of him.