Creative Writing: Empire Island

Out of all the places to be born, why did it have to be this horrible place? It's so boring here! All I ever do is royal lessons on how to drink tea properly or how to walk like the "soon to be King" I am. Tch, who ever said I wanted to be King of this wreched kingdom? I, as the Westington people, know completely what I am capable of and but of course, what is a King who's subjects aren't loyal or supportive in any manor?

Oh, you don't know?

He is a pitful man to a Kingdom that doesn't care for him one bit.

I never understood why the Queen or King must treat me like some three year old child. The Queen never wants me out of her sight and the King always wants me to practice my hand at the sword. He says he wants to go

hunting with me one day but, how would I try for myself when, I can't leave the gates unless a hand full of horsemen come with me? No wonder the citizens fear me, they never once even seen my face since I am told to cover myself with a dark cloak. However, today I will escape. No horsemen. No cloak. Nothing.

"Prince, Are you sure you want to do this? Your Highness' will surely repremand you greatly," my personal butler-- and best friend-- Max whispers to me, helping to put on my coat and boots.

I chuckled inwardly "Oh, please! Like they ever would dare to touch their 'precious King to be'! You worry too much, Max, my man!"

"Oh, honestly, Prince! Royality shouldn't speak such slang!"

I frowned and mimicked in a deep voice "'Royality shouldn't speak such slang!' Geez, you sound like Mother,"

He looked at me and sighed before straightening his tie "Regardless, I am not worthy to be compared as such. I am just a butler. Your butler. I want nothing but, happiness for my Prince," he opened the window from my room and bowed lightly "Be safe, your highness," without anything but, a nod and a wave, I jumped out the low window by a rope. I smiled, digging my feet in the soft crunch of the fresh snow. The air then slapped me right in the face, and sent a shiver down my spine; this is it, no turning back.

Starting from a light jog, I broke out into a sprint straight for the woods. The fallen bark covered in the pure white cracked under my footing. Warm scents of pine filled my nose with every inhale to the point I felt high on something as simple as fresh air. No sound was heard besides wilderness and subtle crying. Wait.

Someone's crying.

I contemplated not going to see who's crying but, it made me feel sick to think I'm letting someone who might be hurt cry alone. They could die from the cold—or even worse— the "other" kingdom. I peaked around a tree to see a girl laying on the frozen pond. Ice rippled out from under and could give way any minute. I have to do something...!

"Miss?" I whispered, slowly approching the pond "I'm going to help you okay? Don't make any sudden movments,"

The girl didn't shift when I spoke, I'm guessing she's unconsisous. Using my power here would be risky but, I'm not going to let her freeze to death either. I eyed the crack in the pond around her, searching for a away to get at the water underneith without breaking the ice more. Soft bubbles of water puddled out at the cracks farthest from her body.

Bingo.

Slipping off my gloves, I gently flick my hand up and the water shooted up like a small splash. I raised it higher just to test the strength of it. Squeezing my right hand in to a fist turned it into soild ice while I used my left to spead the water around her. I clenched my fist tighter and sighed softly when she laid on the new ice. Releasing my fist I was able to simply bring my open palms up and pulled the ice closer to me.

"Miss?" I said once more, putting my gloves back on before moving to examine her "Hmm, no wounds or signs of injury..." I was puzzled as to how this girl ened up on that pond. As from what I can see there are no footprint in the snow on either side of the pond "Your freez-" I paused as snow started to fall.

Strange... It never snows two times in a row here...

Looks like I'll have to carry her to the castle. Her small frame grew colder and colder as I hussled to put her on my back. I hoping she doesn't wake up just yet or else I'll have to play the "Prince" card. I took off the scarf I wore around my neck and tossed it over her head. I glanced up at her and shuddered at the thought me trying to save her sent her body into hypothermia. I would kill myself if that

happened.

I ran back just as fast as I came. She needs to be warm and it'll only get worse if I twitle my thumbs and stand around. Checking back to make sure the bouncing of my run didn't knock off the scarf, I noticed a mist of dark snow following us. The chill that ran down my spine from the sight alone made me quiver. I exhaled sharply. I'm almost there, almost to the window where Max should be waiting.

My steps faltered back into a light jog— the same as I came— when I neared the side window. I tapped three times on the glass before a shadow of a tall-ish figure walked closer. Max peaked his eyes over the curtain and quicky, yet, silently opened the latch. I stepped through without uttering a word until I satisfied my need to save this girl. It's times like these I'm glad I have Max because the room was set up with a fire and hot tea.

"Prince, who is this girl?" Max said with wide eyes.

I sat across from her and eyed her breathing pattern "I don't know,"

Max ran his hands through his redish hair and made a mumbled groan "You brought back a stranger?"

Wordlessly, I nodded and placed a hot towel on her forehead. She relaxed instantly, as if she was forcibly holding that position. She was average looking to say the least. Just like any other girl I've seen from a village. Soft, country-side features matched with long hair and a small body. I honestly, wish I knew her name. I'm really sick of calling her "that girl".

"Have Saunders get her changed and put her to bed in one of the guest rooms," I said.

Max didn't respond and silently walked out the door. He's always took orders silently, it's annoying sometimes though. Just as I was thinking this Saunders came in with fresh sleepware and slippers. I exited the room and waited paiently for her to change the girl's clothes. When she finished, I followed the two of them up to the guest room.

Taking my seat across from the bed I watched as Saunders tucked her in and bowed quietly before leaving. This girl couldv'e died today and maybe because of that reason I have the urge to take care of her. I stalked over near the bedside, and watched her sleeping face. Her eyelashes fluttered with every breath she took. A long piece of hair covered her and as I moved to clear ir away the door opened.

"Minseok! What is that commoner doing here?!"

Just in time, here comes hell.