My names True Callern. I'm 16 years old. I live in a village called Arenathon. It's an old village, and i've lived here all my life, not that i've had any choice in that. But in the town centre, thats where the palace is. The prince lives here you see, and things are about to get..lets say different.


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The next morning, after i'd dropped Kye off at school, I headed straight for the palace. On the way, I bumped into Petra. 'Where are you going?' He asked. 'The palace' I replied, somehow I didn't really want to tell him that. He frowned. 'So, the prince must really like you then, inviting you again' He said, with a slight edge of bitterness in his voice. I was puzzled, why was he acting like this? 'Listen, it's the prince for goodness sake nothings going to 'happen' is it?' I snapped back at him. 'Why are you acting all weird with me?' I asked him. He sighed. 'I'm sorry, i'm sorry, it's just I don't like the fact that your going to see the prince becaus-' He was cut off, by Maisa yelling our names and running across the dusty road to find us. 'Because?' I urged him on. 'Doesn't matter' He practically whispered. 'Hi!' Maisia greeted. 'Sorry Maisa, got to go' I said quietly, and left.

When I got to the palace, there were no officials guarding outside again. I pressed the giant doorbell the size of a golfball, and waited for Samuel. When he answered it, I almost fainted again. He looked even better today, and I didn't even know that was possible. We sat down, on one of the velvet sofas and just talked again. We talked and talked until we knew every single thing about each other. For some reason, I trusted him.

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