"Dad"

He stirred.

"Dad"

He groaned.

"Dad!"

Morality's eyes snapped opened with a gasp.

"Your phone is ringing", mumbled his daughter.

He blinked about twice before his son placed his ringing phone into his hand.

He looked at the blurry screen to find that it wasn't ringing, but an alarm. Quickly he dismissed it before realizing something.

He physically jolted up, accidentally startling the kids, it was 1:30pm.

"Sorry about that, I-I set an alarm for 12:00 I'm sure of it-"

"You did", said his daughter, slightly sheepish.

"Wha-?"

"You set the alarm but you were so tired you slept through it, so-"

"So we turned it off", finished her brother,
"but then it started ringing again with a different sound so we thought someone was calling you"

Morality sighed, rubbing his eyes tiredly, only just noticing that all five of the kids were in his room.

"You all missed lunch because of me-"

"We're fine-", started his daughter, attempting to ease his guilt. Misleading Compliment's stomach growled, loudly.

The other boys laughed, Compliment turned red and the girl deadpanned.

The Parent couldn't help but chuckle at group, honestly his children-

"Is Anxiety up yet?"

Before anyone could answer there was the sound of footsteps running down the hall, a door creaked open, shut and then the footsteps were coming back.

Pranks suddenly appeared in the doorway with a "Nope!" The Trickster smiled popping the 'p', as he rocked back and forth on his heels.

Everyone blinked having not seen the Prankster leave, but after a second they all burst into laughter.

Wiping a tear of mirth from his eye, Dad reached for his glasses on the nightstand, before fixing his bed, and messy hair, with a snap of his fingers.

"Alright kiddos, how's about something quick, mac'n cheese sound good?"

With the affirmative given, all exited the room, the kids raced to the kitchen, while Morality trudged along, a yawn slipping past his lips.

He was a bit disappointed in himself that he over-slept but he honestly felt like he didn't sleep a wink, then again, three-and-a-half hours of sleep wasn't much compared to missing three days.

With another yawn, he straightened himself up, put a smile on his face, strode into the kitchen and went to make the kids some lunch.

----

Prince really hated Dragons, he really hated them. Especially when they tended to spit fire-!

He rolled away from the oncoming stream of flames just in the nick of time, by now his pristine white suit was dirty and slightly singed.

They had managed to draw the creature away from the town and into the woods, hopefully saving innocent bystanders and limiting the collateral damage it would cause on the Kingdom.

Roman looked up to glare at the beast, this one couldn't talk, so he was very wary of it. Many creatures in his, or any of the Kingdoms, could speak, the ones that couldn't however, tended to be the vilest, sneakiest, maliciously devious entities, or they were kind, caring and downright mischievous beings.

Blue was the perfect example for the latter, so much so, it was practically a little feathered imp. But truly, Blue was nothing more than a mischievous little bird with a big heart. It cared for whomever it wanted, whenever it wanted. Thing is, when Blue likes someone, it likes someone and then they "acquire" a little blue body guard, of course the blue bird wouldn't hesitate to play a trick on anyone, whether it liked them or not.

However when it came to the former, darker side of the spectrum, Dragons, Witches and or Dragon witches would fit the bill. Being silent meant they were smart and when a creature of malice was smart, it was even more dangerous than usual.

The mute Dragon he was fighting had about a ten foot wingspan. It's thick, scaly, bat-like wings were opening and lifting in anger. For each mighty roar it would let out, the Prince could see the veins of the creature pop out, highly visible under its reptilian skin, even at a good distance.

Roman ran toward the beast slashing at its legs before ducking and rolling out of its reach.

Despite the moment, Princey huffed at Thomas' imagination. The giant fire-breathing reptile was literally Maleficent, well copyright Maleficent at least, its colors were inverted.

There was no mistaking that it was a copy of the original, animated Sleeping Beauty antagonist, despite its new color scheme. Whatever was purple was black and whatever was black was now purple and of course instead of green fire, the beast's flames were a searing red.

The large Dragon roared, wild and mighty, strong enough to blow him and a few guards off their feet. With a small wince Roman got up, sword still in hand, he charged once more at the beast, slashing again at its leg before rolling out of the way.

Copyright Maleficent apparently decided that it was tired of being abused, it flew straight up and out of view of the men on the field. The younger guards cheered, happily assuming that they scared the creature away, Princey frowned, there was no way it would be that easy.

"M'lord we scared the mal-beast away"

"I don't think so-"

True to the Prince's words, the beast came barrelling towards him, kamikaze style, a circle of flames in its wake.

Deftly, Roman jumped, taking the opportunity to slash at the reptile's wings. Unfortunately, he had mistaken the thickness, his sword practically shook, slicing just enough, before bouncing off of it with a 'CLANG'.

The Dragon suddenly redirected its trajectory, U-turning to attack Prince and just managing to get a slice of him too. Roman couldn't help but groan as sharp metallic claws ripped through his white suit, tearing his sash in half and tearing skin.

Both the Prince and Dragon crashed bloodily onto the ground.

Roman grit his teeth, holding his right side as he tried to rise, the beast, just mere meters from him, howled in pain as attempted to do the same. Its right wing flailing as black blood streamed down a jagged tear. With another howl, it locked its soulless eyes onto the Royal, steam billowing from its nostrils. It was out for blood.

Roman only had seconds to lift himself off the ground to run and then roll to avoid getting turned into a pile of ashes. The flames were even hotter than they were before. The ground that was torched almost resembled lava.

The Dragon roared, again, loud enough to make him and some of the men a bit dizzy, shaking his head Princey ran at it preparing to strike only to be met with the beast's tail.

Scales met metal, clanging with such force it sparked. Roman managed to block the appendage a few times, but eventually it managed to knock him and his sword in opposite directions.

The weapon landed, sticking itself into the dirt hilt up, while the Prince was sent tumbling, barely missing a tree by an inch.

The Royal sprang up, thoroughly using adrenaline to ignore the pain, he was bleeding, weaponless and the monstrosity wanted him dead, there was no way he was staying in one spot.

Taking a chance, he ran for his sword, weaving, ducking and dodging the blasts of fire headed his way. He reached his blade and pulled it out of the ground, just in time to roll away from a particular intense stream of flame.

"Your highness!" Shouted one of the guards.

"I'm fine!" He huffed as he rolled away from another stream of fire.

He really hated Dragons.

----

By the time Morality finished making "lunch" for everyone, it was already 1:47pm.

With the children happily digging into their cheesy meal, the Parent easily slipped from the kitchen to the hallway and then straight into Anxiety's room.

The younger of course was still asleep, but it wasn't a peaceful one by any means. The dark personality's eyebrows furrowed and a scowl pulled at his face, but it wasn't till Anxiety's head tossed to the side and a small whine left his lips, that Morality took action.

"Anxiety!"
"Anxiety!"

He kept shaking the younger's shoulders, a thing that has practically become an unnerving routine.

"Anxiety!"

The dark personality bolted upright, gasping and sputtering. He held his across his chest, hugging himself as he tried to breathe.

Biting his lip, the Father slid next to the younger. Slowly placing his arms around him bringing and him into a half embrace, while using his other hand to rub soothing circles on his back.

"Easy sport, you're alright"

Anxiety had yet to stop hyperventilating and he could feel the darker's pulse racing. Stepping into Dad mode, he helped the younger calm a bit with some breathing exercises.

"Come on, slow deep breaths, you got it, nice and slow "

Eventually, the darker personality regained control of his breathing, slowly uncurling from his previous position.

"You ok?" He asked.

Anxiety gave him a nod.

---

He couldn't bring himself to lie to the Father.

Everything hurt, stuff was spinning and he wanted nothing more than to pass out.

"You ok?", asked the Parent.


He couldn't lie, so he gave a half truth.


He nodded, "yeah... just a bit dizzy"

Morality tried to bring him closer into a complete embrace, which was fine except when he did, the room span and Anxiety practically choked on his breath.

He coughed one-two times before he slapped a hand to his mouth, stood up shakily and wobbled quickly to his bathroom. By now the whole room was a blurry mess of spinning colors but he had gotten so used to this, he found his way to bowl pretty easily.

Heaving of course, was not easy, especially considering he hadn't eaten anything since the evening prior. Once again the feeling of thick acrid bile made its way up his throat, causing him to gag and heave even more.

It left him even more disoriented than he was already. He was so off that he barely registered that Morality was rubbing his back, it took him another moment to realize that Dad was also on the phone.

"-ogic, Anxiety threw up"

"/What?!/"

He could faintly here the Teacher from the other side.

"His fever came back and it's just as high as it was on Friday"

There was a slight pause in the conversation, that or Anxiety blanked out a little, he was sure he was conscious so that meant that his muddled mind just wasn't thinking.

"/-old shower would help/"

Old shower? Old...cold! Yeah, a cold shower sounded good. His skin suddenly felt like it was being singed by hot flames...

He definitely blanked out again because the next thing he knew, Morality was helping him out of his hoodie, shirt and pants, leaving him just in his black boxers.

The Dark personality attempted to get himself in the tub, but his legs were too wobbly and the coordination of his limbs just weren't responding properly. He slipped and almost fell, but Dad caught him and eased him gently onto the floor of the tub.

"Listen Kiddo, I'll turn the water on alright? We'll start warm then it'll get colder ok?"

He nodded.

Anxiety knew the Father turned on the shower at room temperature, but it felt so hot against his skin, not burning but still hot.

Not really thinking about it, he hissed at the water-

"Don't worry, I'm lowering the temperature", the knob squeaked as Morality turned it. "This good?"

The temp was just on cold but to him it felt warm, he wanted the water cold on his skin but this was better than the 'hot water'.

"A bit"

---

After another ten minutes, Dad turned the knob and Anxiety very noticeably relaxed at the new temperature. The younger's shoulders slumped and his eyes closed contentedly.

Morality chuckled.

"Want me to leave it here for a bit, kiddo?"

"Mmhn"

"Alright", he placed a hand on Anxiety's forehead, not much change, he expected as much, but the younger was relaxing so he counted that as a plus. Carefully he picked up the clothes on the floor and then placed them in the dirty clothes basket.

"I'm gonna go get you a towel and some clean clothes to change into, ok?"

"K"

With that Morality slipped out of the bathroom to riffle through the drawers for Anxiety's clothes. He found them easy enough, hoodie, black shirt, black pants and black boxers, he couldn't find a single color-wait no he had some gray clothing.

Rolling his eyes, the re-fixed back the drawers, grabbed a clean black towel from the gray rack that was beside the dresser and headed back into the bathroom.

Anxiety was no longer relaxing as he was before.

"Kiddo?-"

"It got hot", he hissed.

Frowning, the father placed his hand under the shower, it was still cold as ever.

"Want me to turn the knob again?"

"...please..."

Biting his lip, Morality turned the knob till it stopped. The water that now poured was cold enough to fog his glasses and make him shiver but Anxiety relaxed once more.

"Better?"

"...much..."

Placing a hand on the darker's forehead, he was surprised to find that the fever was in fact lowering. Hoping that the quick break was indeed something good, he stood up.

"I'm gonna go change your bed sheets ok?"

The younger looked up at him with wide eyes. "I didn't-"

Dad chuckled, "No you didn't wet the bed", relief flushed through the younger's face, but his ears were a bit red with embarrassment. "Your clothes were a bit sweaty though, so why not changed the sheets, just in case hmm?"

"O-ok"

"Good, and meanwhile you can take an actual shower alright?"

Anxiety gave him a nod and he helped the younger to his feet, before pulling the door so he could have his privacy while he showered. Dad didn't completely close it, for fear that if the dark personality fell he wouldn't hear him call out.

Taking a breath to calm the unease in his chest, he went to change the sheets on Anxiety's bed.

------

Let it be known that Roman hated Dragons.

Let is also be known that Roman hated fighting this particular dragon, especially because he had his guards with him.

Not that they were incompetent, quite the opposite really, the ten men were exceptionally skilled. Between the seven archers and three swords men, the Dragon had quite a number of slashes and a multitude of arrows lodged in its scaly hide.

Despite their skill, he still really detested fighting with them. Usually he was all up for team work, but never when it came to Dragons. Call him what you will but he preferred to kill the monstrosities himself, to him it was far easier, he didn't have to worry about dodging both arrows and flames. He didn't have dodge a sword and claws, when alone, as one person he could use the trees for cover and ambush it, but he couldn't do that with them. Their loud, heavy, silver, red and gold armor would stick out like a sore thumb. He still questioned how they were even able to see with their large helmets.

He had nothing against the guards but he would have preferred to do this alone, that way a lot less people would be hurt- "look out!"

Without a moment of hesitation, Roman shot himself forward and tackled a guard. The flames passed so close over them that it singed parts of their clothes.

Still not wasting any time, Prince got up, and practically dragged the guard, he saved, to cover behind a large trunked tree.

"Are you alright?"

"I am unharmed, thanks to you M'lord- but your side!"

Princey looked down to the gashes that the Dragon gave him, they had scabbed over briefly but now they were open and fully bleeding again.

He brushed it off with a scoff.

"I'm fine, I'm lucky it's nothing but a flesh wound, but if we don't kill that thing soon, I can guarantee that others won't be as lucky"

The guard nodded in understanding, "I owe you my life"

"No you don't, you're serving your Kingdom and that's good enough for me, what is your name?"

"Charles your highness", said the guard as he unclasped his helmet and removed it so that the Prince could view his face.

Roman had almost rolled his eyes at the unoriginal name that was "Charles" but when the young guard removed his helmet, Princey came face to face with the face of Taylor shrum.

Only strong emotions gained the faces of friends.

He gave Charles a nod, "let's go kill that monstrosity shall we?"

The guard nodded back, readying his bow and reaching for his arrows from his quiver, thoroughly surprised that he still had them, especially considering that he was in fact tackled by the Prince.

"How many arrows do you have?"

Charles blinked, but quickly checked.

"Oh, um five left"

Roman smirked at him.

"Make them count"

"I will your highness"

"Good"

With that they charged at the beast.

Maybe fighting with the guards won't be so bad after all.

----

Anxiety swore he was going to fade instantly from embarrassment when Morality said he was going to change his bed sheets.

Dad chuckled at him, "No you didn't wet the bed"

Thank every freaking deity.

After the Parental personality helped him to his feet and left the room, he eased out of his soaked boxers and grabbed the soap. He scrubbed himself clean then grabbed the shampoo and washed his hair for good measure.

Once done he carefully moved out of the tub. "Carefully" meaning he held onto the knob of the shower while he lifted one leg out of the tub before just dragging the other one out.

Anxiety dried himself off with the towel that Dad placed on top of the toilet, he only dried his body preferring to leave his hair wet. He managed to put on his boxers and pants before the Father knocked on the door.

"You doing ok in there kiddo?"

"Yeah, I'm good-"

"Forgive me if I don't exactly believe you there sport"

"That's fair, you can come in, you know"

Morality came in slowly, once inside he picked up the black towel that Anxiety placed on the sink and draped over the younger's head and began to dry his soaking locks.

"Nooo", he whined, he wanted it wet, it was nice and cold.

"Sorry, but you can't just leave your hair sopping, you'll get sick-"

Anxiety tilted his head back and gave him a look, Dad paused and winced, "well, you'll get sicker"

The darker personality huffed, "it's gonna happen eventually, so I might as well die happy-"

"Anxiety", Morality's voice had taken on that tone.

The tone just seemed to send him into a spiral but didn't care, he pushed himself away from Dad, flipping on his shirt and hoodie and an alarmingly impressive speed, before jutting out his index finger and pointing it at the Parent.

"I'm serious, I don't have a cough, I don't have a cold, I'm not even sick, I'm dying- I'm-I'm fading and you know it"

"Anx-"

He cut Morality off, throwing his hands in the air as he subconsciously moved to his room.

"No! None of us know what's wrong with me, one minute I'm feeling ok and then seconds later I'm hugging the toilet bowl!"

"How many times have you thrown up?", there was nothing but concern in the father's voice, it derailed Anxiety's spiel instantly.

"S-since you saw me Friday, I'd wake up at a weird time in the morning and whatever I ate that night just ends up coming right out"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because other than that I was fine-"

"Anx-"

"I-I threw up three times yesterday", he admitted quietly.

"Is that why you left in the middle of the game?" Asked the father sounding even more concerned than before.

"Y-yeah and then in the afternoon and then right after Logic came home. I don't know why, I just didn't want you or the others to know, especially the kids, I kinda wanted them to remember me in a happy moment", Anxiety had his head down, looking anywhere but Morality.

"Oh, kiddo, come here"

He didn't know when he moved, but he did know that his wobbly legs finally gave in again and he found himself pressed to Dad's chest. If anyone asked if he was crying he'd never admit it.

"I know I joke about it a lot, but I don't wanna die"

Morality held him close.

"You're not going anywhere, I promise, we'll figure it out and you'll be ok again"

"But what if I'm not?"

The Parent stiffened.

"Anxiety, look at me", he turned, watery eyes looking straight into the father's, "I promise we'll find a way to make you better"

The younger personality closed his eyes for a second and a feeling that he couldn't describe as anything else but the feeling of utter Calm, spread through him and he found himself unintentionally relaxing in the Morality's hold.

"ok", he breathed out, eyes opening and slowly closing again. Completely unaware of the fact that his body was glowing a faint blue-ish white.

----

Morality sighed, Anxiety was completely limp in his arms. He hated what he did to the younger, he hated using his ability but the darker personality was starting to hyperventilate and him facing an attack really wouldn't help things.

Closing his eyes, the Parental exhaled, the glow surrounding Anxiety flickered. Once more Dad exhaled and the glow disappeared, only to surround him now.

Morality opened his eyes, they were glowing.

----

The rain had finally come, the thunder and lightning happily greeting it. The clouds were completely darkened and the skies looked like a gray sea but despite the torrential downpour, the blasted Dragon simply refused to die.

Hours in and he only had four men left- there was a scream and Roman looked up in time to see a guard get flung into the air, only to land with a thud. He didn't get back up-make that three men left.

Two guards, a scrawny stick like youth and the other, a rotund man, rushed in to grab their fallen comrade. They brought and piled him with the others behind some thick trunked trees so he wouldn't be torched by the reptile's flames.

Princey was relieved to find that none of the "fallen men" had actually died, they were just unconscious, with varying broken bones. All in all, they were very lucky.

"M'lord, are you alright? Your side is bleeding even more now-"

"I'm fine Charles, I'm nowhere near dying but this blasted creature needs to-"

Copyright Maleficent roared, cutting the Royal off mid-sentence. Its right wing was almost falling off, courtesy of the initial tear and the creature's inane insistence on flailing the injured appendage.

Of course Prince could see that there were quite a few good stabs and scrapes on the beast, his General had managed to cut one of its eyes out before he was flung.

The Dragon roared, shaking its body as it did so, scales and arrows shifted making an awful sound.

There were a number of arrows lodged into it, as a matter of fact, there were twice as much arrows in the beast's hide than there was before. Then again, Roman only had one archer out of seven left.

"Charles, how many arrows do you have-?"

"One M'lord"

The Prince grit his teeth, they needed to figure something out, quick. He looked at anything he could use as his advantage but there wasn't much to see, most of the trees were destroyed, majority of his men were down and his side felt as if he had bathed in ice water.

He had ignored the pain for as long as he could, but now it was so hot it felt cold. The wound was still bleeding and the rain really wasn't helping.

Princey had no idea how much blood he had lost but he figured that because he wasn't lightheaded yet he was fine enough for now.

He glared once more at the howling beast, honestly he wanted nothing more than to stab- his eyes widened in realization.

"Charles, I need you to shoot the Dragon in the center of it's neck"

"But your highness, none of our arrows pierce the beast's center-"

"I didn't ask for the center of the beast, I asked you for the center if it's neck"

Charles couldn't argue with that, so he notched his final arrow.
"Yes, M'lord"

He let it fly.

----

"This is hopeless!" Shouted the young guard.

"Both the general and our second in command are down", whined the other.

"Where's the Prince?", asked Charles. Roman had disappeared after he shot the arrow.

"He ran!" Shouted the young guard, "he left us here!"

"Well he is the Prince, out of all of us, he needs to survive", reasoned the other.

"I get that but to think that he'd abandon ten of his men without a word-"

"Enough!"

Both guards froze and turned to the only archer left.

"Don't think so little of our Prince, we came here to defend him and the Kingdom. I trained for this, we all did, and if I die today so be it, I'm going to fight to the end!"

"But you have no more arrows, what little can a bow do?" The youngest swordsman had asked this, at first Charles thought him arrogant, turns out the lad was scared.

The beast howled, pained yet deadly, all three guards flinched as the sound sent their ears ringing.

"That thing refuses to die!" Shouted the older guard.

The outburst shocked both Charles and the younger guard, the round male tended to be quite calm and reasonable. But then again, that was before they were the last ones left.

Charles grit his teeth, he wasn't giving up, he had no idea where the Prince was and he had no clue if the Royal had actually ran but he didn't care, he was a guard and he was loyal to his Kingdom, he would die protecting it.

"That thing refuses to die so we need to make sure that we do the same until we kill it!" With that the lone archer jumped from behind the safety of the tree trunks and into the fray.

The two guards looked at each other, then at their comrades before gritting their teeth and charging out with a shout. They were men of the royal guard and their own were injured so they were going to make the beast pay.

----

Despite his distance, Roman could still very much hear his guards, he smiled slightly when he realized what emotion Charles represented, Loyalty.

The beast howled and he almost let go, his ears were ringing so much he thought they would bleed, his grip had faltered slightly but he persevered. Even as the rain beat down heavily on his tired body, blurring his vision and plastering down his hair, he continued to climb.

He was very impressed with Charles' skill, the archer had shot his arrow exactly where he wanted it. Once the arrow met its mark, he took off instantly, climbing up the creature's tail, even as the appendage flailed around.

Currently he was on its mid back, sword in his left hand ready to strike once he got higher. After slipping a few times he got up just high enough, a few inches lower than were he wanted to be but he knew he wouldn't be able to climb any further. His arms shook far too much under the strain and he feared that if he climbed anymore they'd give in and he'd fall unable climb back up again.

So with a breath, Roman jumped, right hand clasping onto the arrow that Charles shot, while his left stabbed at the beast. Using his weight, the Prince dragged the sword as far as it could go, straight down from its long neck to just right above its heart.

The Dragon howled and roared with pain, spitting fire all around it and from this close Roman could practically feel and smell the sulfuric gas the creature emitted for its flames.

It swung its neck and body, flailing around to remove the royal but to no avail, Princey held on.

----

Charles was the first to spot the Prince, thoroughly amazed at the Royal's tenacity and skill, the Dragon kept trying to shake him off and yet he held on.

The archer knew he wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer, so he instructed the other two to slash at the beast's feet while he attempted to distract it. The swordsmen surprisingly didn't hesitate to follow the order, they moved quickly, slicing and stabbing at the Dragons legs.

With the men doing their part, Charles moved into action, he had spotted it, one lone arrow on the ground and it belonged to the second in command by the look of it.

"Hey!" He shouted, waving his hands at the Dragon, "over here!"

The Copyright Maleficent didn't hesitate to narrow its eyes and blast fire in his direction.

Charles ran, ducking and rolling in time to dodge the flames, he landed right next to the arrow. Quickly he notched it, pulled the string back and released.

The Dragon howled in pain, swinging it's body more frantically, there was an arrow lodged in its eye. Now completely blind it flailed around, spitting fire everywhere and missing everyone by a mile.

The archer was pleased with his work-

'CRK!'

The sound echoed.

The arrow Prince was holding onto broke.

----

The arrow broke, splintering in his hands as it gave way. His body now swung, utterly relying on the hold his left hand had on his sword.

Princey's sword was very much stuck but with his full weight pulling down on it, the blade wouldn't be stuck for long.

Gritting his teeth, he decided to end this once and for all, with his right hand he reached into the pocket that was once hidden by his sash and pulled out the dagger.

Bracing himself for the pain to come, Roman stabbed the beast, piercing the flesh, aiming right at the beating heart. The problem was, the dagger was well a dagger, it was short so he had to push his hand in to fully stab through the organ.

It burned so bad-well it should have, it felt like his arm was freezing even though he could see the skin surrounding his arm was blistering. Still he pushed and pushed, he pushed the dagger so far in that it cut through the other side of the creature's heart.

The Dragon howled one last time, flailing shaking its body, causing the Prince and his Sword to dislodge from it. The Royal landed in a roll, picking up his sword that thankfully didn't fall to far from him before jumping out of the way. Copyright Maleficent came crashing down.

Charles and the other two cheered as the fallen beast began dissipating into black smoke, the rain all too soon pattered out, taking the smoke, thunder and lightning with it.

The skies became clear and bright blue again, some of their comrades even woke up, truly it seemed like it was all too good to be true. The archer wanted to ask the Prince if this always happened after he fought a dragon-his eyes widened, the Prince.

Charles found him easy enough though he was at a bit of a distance, an off white suit in a green forest was rather hard to miss after all. The archer slowly walked towards the Prince, the Royal had his back turned to him and was on his knees. His sword was on the ground beside him and he was clutching his right arm.

The amount of blood that pooled under it startled Charles but with the way Roman was hunched over and cradling his arm, only one question came to his mind, did the Prince lose his hand?

Swallowing thickly, he approached the Royal.

"M'lord-"

Prince turned around before he could finish his sentence.

"You know Charles, you have splendid aim"

"Uh-um, thank you your highness but-"

"I'm injured, yes, yes, I'm aware", the Prince stood up, rolling his eyes as he gestured to his right arm and side, "honestly you remind me of-"

"PRINCE ROMAN!"

"Her", finished the Royal with a wince.

-----

Everyone turned to the blue cloak wearing woman who had shouted the Prince's name. She didn't even look at them, instead she marched straight to Charles and Roman.

Princey had skilfully maneuvered his right side behind the archer, so as long as Charles didn't move, he'd be fine.

"Fairy Godmother! So good to see you again!" Exclaimed the Royal, giving the fairy a partial bow. She, in return, gave him the most sarcastic curtsey anyone had ever seen. Roman winced again.

"Good lad", said the fairy. Charles looked around before pointing at himself, "yes you dear boy, would you do an old fairy a favor?"

"My lady?"

"Oh such manners, it's a simple task really, kindly step to your right for me, would you lad?"

Charles could practically feel the Prince tensing behind him. "Your highness?" He whispered.

Roman sighed before whispering back, "go ahead, it would do no good for both of us to feel her wrath"

Doing as told, the archer stepped aside only to feel an incredibly string gust of wind, he looked left and instantly the Prince was face to face with an angry fae.

And in another rush of wind the fairy's anger was replaced by concern. She was poking and prodding at the Prince's injuries checking them over with the expertise of a doting parent.

"Honestly your highness, one of these days you'll face a beast too great-"

"Mhm, but I haven't met one yet-ack!" The fairy pinched his injured hand. "Why do you always do that?!" Roman quickly jerked his hand from out of her grip.

"Because I care", smirked Fairy godmother.

Princey huffed, crossing his arms with a pout, only to end up wincing because of his injured side.

The fae rolled her eyes before fondly ruffling the Royal's hair, even though she knew he hated it. She chuckled when he batted her hand away.

"Alright, the Dragon is gone and it's time for you all to go home and sing songs of victory"

The guards looked at her as if she were crazy, most their comrades were unconscious and the rest were injured, there was no way they could go home.

Fairy godmother frowned before waving her wand.

"Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo!"

A rush of wind and sparkles surrounded the men, in a blink their injuries were healed and five more woke up, leaving three unconscious out of the ten.

They looked at her expectantly, she sighed, "my magic can heal the body, not the mind, have one of your physicians take a look at them"

None of the men moved, some hauled the unconscious ones onto their shoulders but no one wanted to leave their Prince with the fae.

She rolled her eyes and Roman chuckled.

"You heard her men. Charles, lead them, tell Geoffrey your report and tell him to ready his own"

The archer blinked but followed the orders he was given.

"You heard the Prince men, let's move forward!"

And with that the ten royal guards left, but not before giving a suspicious glance at the fairy or a pitying one at the Prince's wounds that had yet to be healed.

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"Alright, they're gone, mind telling me why you're here?"

"Ah-ah, where have your manners gone, your highness, did they leave with your men?"

Roman sighed.

"Forgive me, I'm tired-"

"I jest, my Prince but do sit down, you need not keep such regality with me"

"I'm fine-"

"Very well", sighed the fairy. She already knew how stubborn the young Prince was. Gently she held the injured hand and pressed her wand to his side. The Royal hissed as the wounds began to glow.

"So how-", he started, hoping to distract himself from the pain, but the fairy beat him to it.

"I was on my way to your Kingdom, some little birds told me there is to be a trial tomorrow"

"There is, Steward Ericsson's"

"From Prince Leonidas' Kingdom?"

"The very same, Prince Leo will be attending as well"

"Hmm, well it is a citizen of his Kingdom, it's only natural to have him attend and assign the punishments given"

"Indeed but still, how did you find me?"

"I saw the black smoke, I figured you've been out slaying Dragons again"

Roman chuckled, soon closings his eyes and biting back a hiss as the pain became more intense.

"...ince...an..."

"Prince Roman!"

He blinked, opening his eyes, his vision was beyond blurry and black dots were dancing across it.

"Didn't I tell you to sit down?" Chided the fairy worriedly.

He wanted to reassure her, tell her he was fine, but he was so tired...

"Honestly, your stubbornness will be the death of you"

He took from Anxiety's book and smirked tiredly in response, Fairy godmother rolled her eyes before lowering him to the ground.

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He could see her waving her wand but he ended up closing his eyes when a bright light emitted from it. When he reopened them, he found himself completely healed, he had his sash and his suit was as pristine as it was before his battle with the beast.

"You're welcome, your highness", chuckled the fae, utterly amused at the befuddled look on the Prince's face.

"Thank you very much but why-"

"Because you would probably ask me to stitch it back up anyway, might as well fix it now than later, hmm?" winked Fairy Godmother.

Roman chuckled.

"I assume you want to attend the trial?"

"That is why I was heading to your Kingdom-"

"It shall be done then, though I never understand your fascination with them"

"Well it's not every day that someone is tried in the Kingdoms"

"True, will you be staying the night?"

"If you are so gracious to host, then I'd gladly stay"

"Very well, you can stay over in a guest room until after the trial if you'd like"

"Thank you kindly my Prince, now I suggest we get you home before you fall unconscious-"

"I won't-"

"You almost did-"

"Almost, I'm fine, though I'm far too lazy to walk", Princey smirked as he placed a hand on the fairy's shoulder, the snapped his finger with his free hand.

Instantly they appeared beside Geoffrey and two young women in the conference room.

The ladies jumped, before realizing that their Prince simply teleported.

One of the ladies happened to be a maid and Roman gently asked her to escort Fairy godmother to a guest room, leaving him Geoffrey, and the other woman alone in the room.

"Alright Vera, what is the damage?"

Vera was basically his accountant, she was kind hearted and had the face of Thomas' friend Cristina, she represented honesty.

"Surprisingly your highness, not much"

Roman blinked.

"What? Surely you're joking-"

"No M'lord, other than an abandoned house and a couple of fences, not much damage was caused by the foul beast, the guards had drawn it into the forest in time"

"Huh, alright, what's the cost for repairs?"


After Vera gave the price and four carpenters were hired. Geoffrey gave his report, relaying all that was to be done for the trail tomorrow.

Once done, Prince dismissed the two and teleported himself to his chambers, he was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to pass out but he needed to shower and check on Thomas and Anxiety.

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After his shower Roman found himself drawn to his bed. He resisted of course but somehow or another he ended up sinking into his soft duvet.

Groaning he tried to lift himself off the bed but his body wouldn't comply. His eyes were already closing and he could do nothing but stare at his red door, the one that lead to the mindscape and in turn his host and opposite.

He fought valiantly against his eye-lids but in the end exhaustion won out and he slipped into a deep dreamless sleep.

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AN:// Part 2 of "Trial Tuesdays" everyone, it's gonna be a three parter, because Tuesdays are hella long. We got a more Prince centric piece today, we'll get our favorite Teacher's one next ;)

Ok so recap: We know a bit about what happened to Anxiety, Morality has secret powers? Maybe the others have too? Either way, Prince fought a dragon like a badass and is currently KO'd and Teach is at school likely freaking out about the call. Hmm, I wonder what happens to Thomas?

Yep, I such at recaps too lol, life.

A long, late Monday update because I ended up in the hospital, but like I'm a hero you guys.

Ok so STORYTIME: Despite my craptastic week with finals and all, I finished up a good amount of this chapter, literally just Prince's end scene was left. My dad sent me to go buy him a thing, I don't even remember what it was but like I went out, now bear in mind the nearest shop here is about two to three blocks away from my house. The next one is about a mile, so if the small shop didn't have the thing then I'd have to walk the highway. Guess who walked the highway. Not really tripping about it, I needed the break so I walked along the side of the road listening to my music and something told me look left. There was this little kid, with a ball, I'm sure you know where I'm going with this. The ball bounced on the road, there was an incoming pickup-truck. Yeah...
I freaking dived, I jumped and I got the kid off the road in time, only thing is I kinda got hit? Like not too bad? The little side mirror thing managed to hit me and at the speed it was going it broke off on my mid back. Y'all know I have back pain for some reason and it just happens to stem from my mid/lower back, so yeah... anyway the kids fine, his name is Dillan, he's a cute kid and he's also deaf. The mother came rushing over not a few seconds later, thanking me and signing to Dillan asking if he was ok and stuff. We called my parents and they took me to the hospital because I couldn't really move, I now have a rectangular bruise on my back and guess what, more back pain, but the plus side is that Dillan's mom is a nurse, at the hospital, small world huh? She's cool and we were chatting at night since I was stuck there until just now. So yeah Mrs Liz is cool, I saved a kid and I'm home now in bed, I should be asleep but nah.

COMMENT OF THE WEEK :
BY @Havarocks

"HOW COULD YOU I LOVED THIS CHAPTER I THOUGHT WE WERE TAKING A STOP IN FLUFF TOWN BUT THE TRAIN JUST SPED THROUGH AT TOP SPEED AND TO MAKE IT EVEN FREAKING BETTER I AM ALREADY CRYING FROM LISTENING TO I AM DAMAGED AND NOW I'MJUST BROKEN DOWN IN MY ROOM CONFUSED WITH HOW TO FEEL BECAUSE OH MY GOD ANXIETY"

See y'all in the comments ;)

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Ok, so I'd like to apologize for the last AN, it was apparently very rude and it made a few peeps unappreciated.

I'm sorry for how I sounded, I know I should be grateful that you all read this and I quote "crappy, error filled disaster". I should have appreciated that some people actually voted, commented and left kudos, so I'm sorry for being ungrateful.

The messages like these are gone because I don't want to start a thing in the comments? That's supposed to be our safe place, it's the actual train you guys, I don't want anyone feeling down by seeing them.


They were right though, so I'm sorry, I was just- I wanted to...
Nevermind.
Sorry.


Thank you guys, those who sent kind words. You guys made it a little easier to breathe.