((I did too. XD I Won't be very active for awhile... ))

"That may be true, but fairness has no place in politics.", Zane replied, smiling ever so slightly as he changed position, resting the back of his head against the stone wall behind him. Zane looked at the cold, heavy, metal shackles clamped snugly on his wrists and said, not directly to anyone, "Y'know, I think everyone has their own kind of restraints, holding them in one direction, until they end up in the situation that they feared the most. Some are devoted to the cause that they believe to be most just for the good of humanity, and end up ignoring, even harming, those they love to support that faction. Others refuse to follow the rules for fear of being boxed in, instead disobeying everyone, and ending up in a secluded prison, all alone. Even more fear ridicule, keeping their thoughts and feelings pent up inside, causing them to go mad and be the ob
ject of everyone's insults and jokes. My restraints, in the abstract sense, are the thoughts of dying, and how horrible it must feel to leave all of those whom you cherish most dearly behind. I feared death so much, and I trained for hours, hoping to become invincible. Unkillable. Only to end up captured and locked away in a musty cell, awaiting my imminent demise. Ironic to the last detail." He sighed, looking over at the girl, and chuckled. "You probably didn't come to listen to me rant. What do you want?"

"Evey one needs to talk some times...." Seene replied.

"I hate being me.... Being able to live freely.. On my own... No rules bounding me, no servents, maids... No one depending on me to run every thing... Not always wearing the mask or calmness or level-headedness..." Selene said under hear breath, not really even meaning to say it out loud.

"Do you want out?" She asked in a hushed voice, as if the walls had ears and would tell her father.

((Not trying to be a third goof, but Mayz... *searches in brain for an appropriate term* I guess she won't be on that much...))

"Do I want out?", Zane asked with a laugh, "Only one with royal blood would have so much power as to release me. And not just any royalty, but the king himself, or one of his direct descendants. You must be the princess. I was wondering who would have the guts to come down and befriend one such as myself. I knew it had to be someone powerful, someone with no fear of exile. And, to answer your question, of course I do, princess, but as I can clearly see, you haven't got the keys."

Suddenly, the King came down the stairs with a basket of rotten fruits. "Ah, Selene, my daughter!", he exclaimed, jolly, "You have beat me to it! Care to help me, eh, dispose of this rubbish? This fool deserves it!"

"I already ate it, Selene.", King Galin replied, his grin as large as ever, "Besides, I would never miss out on an oppertunity such as this! The boy dies in two days; we'll never have enough time to find this much putrid waste before than!" With that, the king reached down, grasping a squishy old tomato and hurling it at Zane. The projectile hit him squarely on his left cheek, splattering his entire face, red goo embedding itself in his hair.

Zane turned his face to the right just as the rancid missile exploded on his skin. He cried out as it hit, stinging the skin around the impact site. Zane hung his head to hide the few tears running down his face. This was the worst insult one could suffer in his kingdom, and in this domain.

"Sir! We need you infront of the castle gates..." a gaurd yelled into the dubgeon.
"I suppose you should go see what the simpletons want..." Selene growled.

((Sorry it's so short... I'm going to bring in another character... Bio in sortly.))

"Not now!", the king growled, "I'm busy! Nothing could be more importaint than this right now!" With that, Galin threw a strawberry at the guard, turning back to Zane. A mouldy orange was promptly hurled in the prince's direction, but it didn't splatter, instead bouncing off and rolling across the floor.

Zane kept his head down, barely able to restrain a shout when the orange bounced off of his head, leaving a thin green dust where it hit.

"You take care of this... I'll go see what the fools want..." Selene said flatly as she walked up the stps, careful not to slip.

A smal exchange was made between the two girls... But, when fighting against royalty, you're going to loose...

"Spy... Wonderer, doesn;t matter... Wonderers know better to come here and spys are foolish enough to come here and say they're wonderers." Selene sneered.

"I'm not a spy... Get it though your thick skulls!" Aiden snapped back.

Several of the gaurds grabbed her hand and held her tightly so she didn't un away.

"We have some where lovely for you." Selene growled as she started walking and motioned for the gaurds to follow her, with Aiden arrested.

The king nodded at his daughter before continuing his barrage of fruit, a few unpleasant remarks that I wouldn't dare mention mixed in. When the basket was empty, Zane's hair was matted with the remains of the organic projectiles, and his body was splattered with a colorful goo, mainly consisting of juice and pulp. Bruises covered him where fruits that didn't burst on contact, such as oranges, apples, and pomegranates, hit, before bouncing off and littering the floor with smelly, rotten debris. Finally, the king snapped his fingers, and a servant came down the stairs, carrying a perfectly fresh, and unusually large, watermelon.

  "You bastard.", Zane breathed, as King Galin unlocked the grated door, stood above the grimy, splattered prince, and forced the boy forward. The king waved his servant in, took the melon, and dropped the heavy elliptical gourd (Yes, watermelons are in the gourd family, look it up.) on the inmate's spine. Zane's cry of pain echoed through the castle at the green-skinned fruit burst on his back, splattering its juicy pink innards across him, and rendering the helpless boy immediately unconscious. With a triumphant grin, ing Galin kicked Zane in his side, and promptly left the room, his servant closing the gate behind him.

"Father, keys, if you please." Selene growled as she walked up to to father, the gaurds following her where ever she went. ((Sorry, braindead and running out of time......))