Our story begins at a school named Elizabeth School of arts, a school devoted to, well, the arts. We are following a young teen who is exemplary when it comes to cooking and writing, so much so he goes there for free, on the grounds of cooking for the teachers. Let's begin, shall we?

Jason hummed to himself as he put a pinch of salt in the pot of soup, a tune he designed for stirring. 'Turning round and round, spread the salt and pepper, spread the flavor' he hummed, keeping his wooden spoon in motion, the pot simmering a perfect beige, the herbs within sending a excellent scent to his beak. Taking a separate spoon, he dipped it into the pot, blew on it to cool it off and tasted it: perfect.

After removing the pot from the fire, he picked up the pot before transferring it to a serving table, letting it cool as he made his way to the bread ovens, where three loaves were waiting for him. Peeking into the ovens, he smiled before, with gloved wings, pulled out the trays, shimming the loaves onto a tray for the bread as the first teacher walked in. "Smells good Jason" Mrs. Keel said, a almost dreamy look on her face. "Thank you ma'am" Jason said with a smile, bowing to her. Retrieving a stack of bowls and spoons, Jason put them by the pot, also grabbing a ladle to serve. The teachers soon all came in, chatting to themselves about students and there lives as Jason served them, each thanking Jason, whom returned with a bow and smile.

Since there was some soup left, Jason made himself a bowl and ate by himself, thinking about his day, about his friends, the few that he had. 'Oz said he was going to the theater with Julia; hope he has fun' Jason thought with a smile: he knew that they liked each other. 'I wonder what Josh is going to do after school?' Jason thought, mind drifting to the bird he liked.

Yes, Jason is gay: he knew ever since he was a chick that he liked guys, ever since he kissed one on a dare. 'I hope he has fun' Jason thought, his smile faltering. Jason knew that Josh liked someone else, a girl for the matter, so he knew that at most they could be friends. When Jason finished his soup, he gathered all the dishes before moving to wash them, deep in thought.

A hour later, he was done with the dishes, so, after gathering his book bag, he left school for his job: assistant to Zori, a woman who liked Jason around her book store, Good Reads. She had seen Jason everyday, helping others around the store, so she offered him a job.

As Jason left the school, he inhaled a deep breath, taking in the fresh air, the sun shining brightly. Jason began walking, humming a tune to pass the time, watching others he walked by, his hazel eyes full of awareness as he heard bits of conversation, most he ignored till the last one, which made him stop.

"Did you hear the news? The Royal family is coming to the village tonight! Rumor has it that they are hosting a ball for the yearly celebration of peace! I heard that he is looking for two lucky birds to marry his son and daughter at the bal!" a woman said, squealing delightedly. "I wonder who the lucky birds will be?" another said. "Prince Nightfly is said to be a real handsome bird: some say he made ever girl swoon when he walked into the Bennet Ball!" the first said before they were out of ear shot.

'Huh; I wonder what he looks like" Jason thought, his mind staying on that subject all the way to work. A brass bell went off as Jason walked into the store. "Jason, am I glad to see you! Can you go organize the Romance section again? Group Seven was there earlier" said, causing Jason to groan. Group seven is a group of ten girls who come everyday to read the love books, only to leave them all over the place. Nodding to her, Jason put his things behind the counter first while helped a group of customers. Jason began to place the books back on the shelves (they were in piles on the ground) in alphabetical order by authors last name, the system told him how to organize the books. Jason got to the S's when he heard someone approach. "Um, excuse me sir: can you tell me where the adventure books are?" a soft voice asked. Jason turned around to see a little chick there, no older than seven. Jason smiled to the child before telling him where it was. "Do you like to read?" Jason asked him. "Y-yes sir: I can't go anywhere without a book" the chick responded. "Reading books is good: they take you away while you stay" Jason told him, quoting favorite saying. "Thank you, sir" the chick smiled, bowing to Jason before running to the adventure shelves.

Returning to work, Jason restarted on organizing, flying through the novels with ease, finishing about twenty minutes later. Double checking his work, Jason returned to the counter to see looking over a scroll, a worried look on her face as she read the text. "Whats wrong ?" Jason asked, concerned for his boss. "Its bad news for me, but good for you and your future" she replied, her tone excited, but Jason saw that her eyes were sad. "What happened ma'am?" Jason asked, concerned. "Here, read for yourself" she said, a smile spreading on her beak, a full, happy one.

Jason took the scroll from her and began to read it.

To  the owner of Good Reads:

We have been informed of your assistant, Jason, abilities in the kitchen at Elizabeth's School of fine arts. His Majesty requests of you to give Jason two days off for Jason to cook in the palace kitchen with the staff in order to prepare meals for the Royal family by preparing his own dish. We will send one of our scribes to take his place in the mean time, one whom will work for free. We also have gained a pardon from Jason's teachers for him to be absent from his studies for the time he is with the palace staff.

If his Majesty likes Jason's cooking, he will be offered a job in the kitchen. He will be paid 10 crowns a hour, as well as given his own room within the palace if he so chooses to live there. Jason shall be able to continue his studies in the palace with tutors provided by his Majesty himself. He will also be able to visit on days he is given off, when they may arise.

Signed with respect,

Royal scribe of King George.

Jason looked at the scroll, stunned motionless, re-reading it just to be sure it was saying what he thought it was saying. Jason looked up at to see tears in her eyes, happy ones. "Ill miss you" said, giving a knowing nod to me: she already knew that it was my DREAM to cook in the palace. Jason was too shocked to do much more than run up to her and embrace her, letting out unknown tears he was holding in. "Ill stop by as often as I can" Jason promised, breaking apart from the embrace with a smile. "Good bye Jason: good luck" told him as Jason gathered his things. "Good bye " Jason said, bowing to her before running out the shop, the scroll held tightly in his wing as he ran to the palace, his journey to a new life getting closer with each stride.