Of course this is only a small part of it. And while this is definitely near the very beginning, i believe im also going to have a prologue and possibly even more before this. Enjoy! ;D The sound of quick footsteps struck the stone ground as they passed by. Seconds later the same dark figure dashed through a dimly lit hall that led to yet another courtyard. This dark figure was running away. It was black all around, with only an occasional torch lit. Not even the moon shone through thanks to the thick clouds. The dark figure, better known by his name, Tash, looked up ahead at the sound of talking. He dove for cover behind a thick bush in order to not be seen. The women's voices got closer as they headed down the same path that Tash had been running, but in the opposite direction. Two voices. Both voices talked quietly, but as if they wanted to speak louder, as if excited. Tash didn't catch much any of the conversation between the two women. His heart alone probably could have given him away, for it was beating so loud. The two of them reached the same bush that Tash hid behind. They slowed down. They stopped talking. Tash became sick and squinted his eyes. He held his breath as a last resort. All of the sudden a new pair of footsteps came from where the two women had been walking. A large lady walked at a quick pace towards the other two. “Thanks for waiting for me,” she giggled. The three of them continued on at a stern pace towards where Tash had come. All was clear, yet Tash didn't move. He was tired from earlier in the day when he had to practice mounting horses for hours on end. Now here he sat on this wet and soft grass, leaning against the thick bush which had just saved him from certain doom. Or would that have been “certain doom?” he thought to himself. After all, those ladies wouldn't have recognized him. No one who he saw outside of this palace's walls would recognize him. He had only seen a few people in his entire life. This was of course the normal for all princes his age. It was custom to not be seen by much of anyone until the prince comes of age. But, in the end, while he was thinking to himself, relaxing behind this lovely bush, he decided it was definitely better to have hidden behind this protection. For he wouldn't be recognized, and those people would have thought him a spy or something similar. That wouldn't have ended well. He started to get up, but his efforts were at first useless. He felt comfortable there. Nice and relaxing. Now it had been several minutes since the three women had gone by. As soon as his eyes started to slip into that tempting rest, he forced himself up. He gaze around left and right, as if confused on which way to go. He did this for two reasons. One, he was very tired and didn't feel like continuing on, and two, it was in the middle of the night and everything looks different at night. Seconds later he was on his way again (in the right direction of course).