Tuck And Spread

One | The Princes

"Your majesty. The prince is gone!" reported by a soldier who was out to check for the young majesty. "Again?!" the king exclaimed. He slam his fist on the arm rest if his throne. And stands up to call his guards to search for the prince.

Hence, far away from the kingdom of Falcons. One young man flew up towards the sun and look down to his palace. He heard the bells that signifies the knowledge of his absence. And click his tongue in annoyance, and flies up behind the clouds.

He knows the danger of stretching his wings beyond their borders. Unfortunately, their kingdom is not wide enough to flap his swings around.

"Search high and low. He's somewhere out there!" the general of their kingdom commands. And headed towards the airport to continue their search. Often, the prince just wonder, how can the general not remember the places he have caught him. He laughs and drop his self, then lift up further beyond the clouds.

Between the peace of the soft clouds. Sometimes, he can't help but wish to never feel tired of flapping his wings. He wants to fly forever if he could. For he never liked putting his feet on the ground. Nor seat on a chair for dinner. He wants to fly until he die.

Few hours of flight, his wings weakens. He yawns and stretches his arms, for feeling tired. And fold his wings to let his self fall. To let them rest for a minute. He felt sadness as the clouds started to drift away from him.

Before he hit the ground, he spread his wings and connect his feet on the ground, safely. "That was fun." he said. And started walking towards home.

He usually does this kind of thing. He leaves the castle early in the morning. And stops flying by 4 in the afternoon. Reaches home by 9 post meridian. Then heads towards his room. His family got used to his rebellious acts. That they leave him for a while. But, he's still a prince. He must be protected and kept safe.

As he enters the palace gates. His arrival quickly reached the king. "You've flew away again." the king started. "Are you willing to die, just to spread your wings?!" he furiously ask. "At least I'm risking my life to something we're made to do. Unlike someone I know who keeps his crown in. And let the bad guys take what they want. " he counter.

The king got taken aback by the prince's words. For he's right and that won't change. It's true, their kingdom is dying. For the enemies have expanded their territory. And have allies that's much more powerful than them.

"No more Hans! For the last time. I forbid you flying across our borders. You'll have security 24/7 starting tonight. " the king firmly said. And receive a frustrated groan from his son.

Prince Hans fly up to his room and slam the door. Startling all the stars in the sky. And buried his self under the thick blanket, on his bed. "Great. Now I get the guards. Wow, for 19 years, he started caring." he said to his self. And as said by the king. Prince Hans slept with guards outside his room. Both at the doors and on his drop off.

The next morning, Hans got woken up by the palace minor bells. "What in the name of Hermana?" he ask. He's too used on the sound of the bells, when his out. Since it only rings when he's presence is no where to be found. Or minor problems in the kingdom occurs.

Bewildered and unable to follow the exact request of his servants. Hans is confused why was he dressed formaly. They're actually in the middle of a huge crisis. It's not the right time to hold a ball. Not even plan one.

He found his self standing next to his father. Wearing his royal cloak, his crown and in front of his throne chair. "What's going on?" he whispered to his father. The king just look at him. He didn't gave Hans any word for he'll see when it arrives.