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Hey everyone, um yeah I know I've been gone forever but, I just decided to take a break from Wattpad and the constant stress of getting new story parts up. I had my reasons to be gone but, I think that it's time to update this book now as I slowly start to come back to Wattpad. I have been writing while I was gone so, don't worry there's stuff coming and I'm excited about this book so yeah, I hope you enjoy it!

"Woah Woah Woah wait. Do you want a danish?"
Brock nodded. I handed him one of the lovely golden brown, strawberry filled pastries from my basket. As I looked at him, I noticed a unique aspect of his appearance, he had different coloured eyes, one a light shade of green and the other brown.
"You have nice eyes," I said, taking a bite of the danish at hand.

"Thanks, I don't get that a lot," he replied, smiling.

I made a surprised face, "really?"

"Yeah", he sighed, "most people either say they're weird, scary or think they're fake"

"Oh, that's not nice," I said, frowning. He nodded again. we sat under the tree and finished our danishes, I then looked at Brock. He was wearing a black t-shirt that was visibly worn out ( he must have been wearing it long), navy sweatpants, equally as worn out as the shirt and grey running shoes. His hair was quite messy, sticking out in all possible directions, it was light brown and pretty short. His face was spotted with freckles, with a clean-cut jaw and perfect cheekbones. His skin was pale and drained, suggesting he's been through a great deal. Though his eyes, deep and dreamy, showed hope, happiness and courage. I must have been staring, but snapped out of it with the confused gaze of Brock upon me. Feeling awkward, I cleared my throat and inquired,

"So, when you said you were a prince that can't enter his castle, what did you mean? Elaborate please."

"Alright", said he, "this is going to sound insane, but you have to believe me, I would not lie to you."

I gave a nod of reassurance, though I had no idea what he was meant.

"It all began with a sunrise, this day, as all do", he began, "I woke up, did what I usually do in the morning and started to prepare myself to meet with the rulers of a foreign kingdom. My dad, you see, wants to build a strong king out of me for the future, better than any before me. He insisted that I make the acquaintance of all other future rulers, guys to be specific, future kings before we begin the search for a wife as I am too young. But that's all besides the point, I was getting dressed, doing my hair when I hear a servant announce that I am requested in the front hall. I finish up what I'm doing and arrive immediately. Before my eyes is a man, sitting in a chair before a table, wearing a black cloak, draped over his shoulders, hood off. The guest was middle-aged with a pale, lean face. His hair was cut short, it was of dark colour with several grey patches. He looks up at me with the most frightening, blank look and instructs me to sit. Me, feeling terrified for my life and wondering who let this fellow onto the grounds of the castle, sat opposite to him. He then introduced himself as a messenger for "the one capable of all", who I later found out was an extremely powerful witch-"

"A witch?!" I interrupted

"Yes, a witch," Brock replied, annoyed

"Oh my god!" I exclaimed. "Okay, continue," 

"Alright, now all my doubts that this man meant good were rising. He began explaining how he was summoned by King Luther who had a request. You see, King Luther believes that I'm a filthy liar who would be nothing without his crown. Luther, his nasty majesty was willing to do anything to prove that to me. That was when the guest paused and ordered us each a glass of water. I do of course wish that I never drank that water as I do sure believe it contained what made the spell possible. The visitor carried on to the policies of the spell. I would have questioned him after he was done talking, as I am not one to interrupt but, something in my head was telling me otherwise. I should have stopped him there and then but I didn't."

"Yeah, you should have," I blurted.

"Stop interrupting me," Brock rolled his eyes

"Sorry I was just telling you the right thing to do," I defended

"Alright, I get it. Can I continue now?"

"Yup, "I replied

Brock took a deep breath, "Where was I? Oh alright, I will recite what he said briefly. The main lesson of this adventure is to find someone who will believe, trust and care for me as who I really am inside, without my crown. This brave and lovely being must pick a for me, not as a gift, this rose is special I can not touch it or get near it. As soon as the rose is picked, the spell is reversed and everything goes back to normal. That is all he managed to tell me before I heard a loud ringing in my ears and a white light overtook everything. Next thing I know, I'm here in the woods, in this clothing instead of what I put on that morning, alone, with an empty and churning feeling. I tried to communicate, got to a village, it was hopeless, nobody would understand, they thought I was insane, messed up to the core, they offered help but none wanted to pick the rose, "you need rest", they said. I started believing that King Luther was right, lost all hope, there was no point. That's when I wandered off here, a dark, far area where not many go. I slept the night and awoke just before a very attractive wanderer started questioning me about my position. Now I'm talking to you"

I was still dazed at the confusing plot of the story and really wondered who this "very attractive wanderer" was as, what person would wander the forest even earlier than me, she must have been nocturnal. In fact, many questions circled my head at the moment but, I replied with this,

"Wow. You're good at telling stories. But tell me, how long did you spend in the woods?"

Brock thought a second and said,

"Um, thank you. And around a week, I have been here before meeting you."

I nodded, "And who is King Luther?"

"Oh, sorry I forgot to explain. He is the ruler of a rival kingdom of ours. My family hated theirs for many years. He is obviously of bad thought about me and started all this. A horrible family they are, though their son Prince Oscar is mildly attractive. Basically, they want us dead, we want them dead." 

I nodded again. My mind was racing, so many things were piling on top of each other.  Firstly, Brock thought that the prince was attractive...And don't get the wrong idea, I'm not jealous or anything...It's just annoying that he thinks everyone is attractive...Oh my god, that sounds wrong. I don't even like him!

Okay, next, I didn't know what to believe, that story sounded really messed up, too strange to be real but, I don't believe that he would lie to me.

It was really messed up and I was stuck in the middle, help the guy or tell him he's insane and awfully creative. I had no idea what to do.

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