Letters to Nobody ~*Poofless AU*~

23

~*Brandon*~

The people we were with paused the television when Rob's picture appeared. He was with some other people, but their faces were blurred out. There was a bright smile on his face, and he looked like he couldn't do any wrong doing. I'm sure that's what they're planning to show him as. They want the people to be turned in to save his life.

People start murmuring among each other, the picture still on the screen. The woman who can speak English, her name is Xenia from what Mat has told me, looks at the tv with a horrified expression. As if she's realized something that no one else has.

"That's him!" she finally says, her voice quiet, "That's prince Woofless."

"Wait, Rob is prince Woofless? You're kidding! He's the least likely person to be royal!" My shock should be present in my voice.

"That was our goal. To protect him, we had to make him seem to be completely different from whom he really is." She sighs quietly.

"If he was the prince, why didn't he tell anyone?" Mat speaks up, looking slightly shaken.

"He requested that we erase his memories, and all knowledge of his previous life. This was to insure that it was near impossible for the emperor and his armies to discover him."

"How long has he been here?" I ask, interested. Is Rob even as old as he thinks he is?

"He has been here for three years. As stated by his guards," she answered my question calmly, not even looking away from Mat. He has guards?!

As if this was all a well rehearsed stage performance, two men walk into the room, covered in snowfall. One was a freakishly tall blonde, the other, a short Asian man. Their faces held grim expressions. If they're his guards, I'm going to literally-

"You two are a sight for sore eyes." Xenia states, crossing her arms. "How could you have let him be captured?! My brother and I gave the two of you simple instructions!"

"We are as saddened as you are Lady Xenia," the blonde one says quickly, yet intelligently, "If we stepped in our cover would have been blown, and we would have been killed on the spot by Officer Behzinga."

"On another note, we've found where the prince is located," the Indian one states, pulling his ski jacket off.

"Explain." Xenia looks at them with a surprised expression.

"He's in an imperial ship, docked five miles from the northwestern edge of the city." He looks slightly upwards, recalling the information. "Zerkaa was the one who told us. He also mentioned not to worry about Woofless. Apparently he has negotiated a way for the prince to save himself, and he doesn't want us to engage."

"Engage anyways," Xenia states calmly, "But keep hidden. We don't need any more casualties than we already have."

"Right. We'll see to it."

~*Preston*~

+Flashback+

I was walking in an old playground, on a very cloudy day. It's was very likely to rain, and I was stupid enough to forget my jacket. Again.

I felt a sense of nostalgia walking around here. As if I've been here before. Knowing me, I probably have.

"And here I show you the most pitiful excuse of a student in training, Frags. Don't worry though, he's too stupid to come up with any comebacks." I bite my lip and close my eyes before turning around to see Zerkaa, and a new kid I've never met before. The new kid looked at me, his brown eyes shining with interest.