"It was cold and lonely, the silence engulfing him.
Evryone, he knew, had forgotten about him or didn't care.
Sometime's he would listen in to the soldiers laughing making jokes about the last prince of Carlton, he felt how tears falled across his face."*
You see five years ago, there was once a prince who was loved by evryone and the prince was happy.
But one day the prince realised - to late - that not evryone had loved him.
It was one morning when the prince of Carlton, was acused by the mother queen that he had slept by her one daughter - who was not his fiancè - and that he had gone and betrayed the kingdom.
He ranned away and asked his fiancè if she could hide him, sadly when the soldiers came she told them exactly where he was.
But he escaped just in time, he ranned to his brother to hide him, but just as his fiancè, he betrayed him and the most hurtful blow he got was when his brother told evryone that the accusations were true.
And so the former prince of Carlton, was thrown in to this prison five years ago and until now the prince didn't escaped because what's use there's nothing for him outside.
It was already a miracle, that he didn't go wild or something after five years of imprisonment.
But truth be told the reason why didn't go mad was because he started to write in his diary of all the things that happend up to date and also he wrote songs that tell about his hurt of betrayal.
It was one day before the six'th year came and it was autum when sundely the former prince woke up from the sounds of voice's and utterly instinctive he hidden away his diaries under his prison bed.
Sundely the door to his cel opend and he felt how his jumped in suprise, because that door never opend in five years.
Two figure's walked in: one was the soldier and the other young man, with blue eyes and long brown hair tied in his neck with a golden ribon.
The man looked at soldier and the soldier imediatly left, the former prince looked up the man wondering what a noble like himselve would be here?
Sundely the speak kniving away the gloomy silince and the former looked in shocked at the man when he said:
"Come with me."
A voice rasped at the man: "I can't I am a prisoner."
The man laughed and he looked at the former prince.
"Not anymore I have paidthem to let you free, so come."
Again the voice rasped again: "I can't."
"Why? Do you not whant to be free?"
"I whant to go, but I can't because there's shackel's around my anckle's."
The man sighed and said to the soldier, who was standing outside.
"Come and open the shackels."
The soldier imediatley opend the shackels and there was a 'Clang' sound as the shackels fell to the ground.
Imediatley the man looked at him and asked suprised.
"Why didn't you stand up and walked out."
Imediatly the former prince said, embaresed.
"It's not like that I don't whant to walk out, it's more like I can't....I couldn't walk around, because of the shackels so yeah."
The man sighed and helped him up, the former prince felt like a baby learning to walk again.
Sundely the man asked him.
"Are you not going to take your feather and ink pot?"
"No, I leave it - as part of the past."
Sundely the former prince asked the man if how he could have bought his freedom, so easily?
The man answerd saying.
"I told them I whant a prisoner as a slave, and so they took me to all the cell's even those in the dungeon. But I said no to all, that's how I landed before your cell and I just knew your difrent so yeah the rest you know yourselve."
"I see, so I am a slave...It's better." mumbeld the former prince.
"Did you say something?"
The former prince realised he spoke out loud his thoughts so he quickly came up with a story.
"I just said that: I can be free again."
The man smiled, but said nothing as they walked looked suprised at the noble with an arm under a dirtied man's; with ragged clothes; arm as if suporting him.
And whispering voices aroused some were skeptic, other angry, other curious, other were thankfull that not all noble's were upstairs.
The former prince who knew those looks knew that it wasn't good for this man's image so he whisperd.
"My lord I am sorry, but you must let me go, I only am mudstain on your good name."
Before he could replied or say anything the other already let go of the arm and stepped away.
The man sighed when he realised, why the man acted strange and he stepped forward and could see that the man are unstable on his feet.
Sundely a cry of alarm escaped the man's leaped forward and catched the other man just in time.
How shocked he was when he felt the high temperture of the former prince head.
.........
"Momma! Momma!"
"What is it Reo?"
Said a woman, in rich and colourfull clothes,
as she bent down to pick up the young 5-year old boy.
The boy have dark coper coloured hair, that wave in the wind, and soft eyes - like his mother - that's big and oval.
"Momma, I am so glad to see momma , why does father always shut momma away?" asked the boy in one breath.
The woman laughed and with teary eyes she looked down at the boy in her arms, one hand holding the small boy up and the other playing with ribbon in his hair.
Slowely she closed the door the next day the soldiers came to take him away.
This same day the boy lost his mother in a fire in the building she was locked up.
As days passed the boy found out that his father didn't loved his momma or him, this truth shooked the boy's heart.
But what shook him more than any truth found out, was when his father came with a woman he doesn't knew.
The woman didn't like him either and made sure that the already weak relaitionship between father and son would crumble slowely.