Richie sighed and looked towards the entrance where rocks stacked upon each other, they were trapped. How was he going to get out? As he was deep in thought, he heard muffled voices. Something about the prince or whatever. Richie's head popped up immediately, this was his chance. 

"HELPPP!!" He screamed off of the top of his lungs suddenly, causing Ben to jump in surprise.

As he jumped, his feet suddenly turned into bouncy slippers and he hit his head against the ceiling of the cave, blood dripping everywhere and he died :) 

Then, it was silent. A couple of seconds later, "Who's there?" he heard the same voices shout. Richie quickly got off of the boulder he rested on and walked towards the rocks, peeking through a tiny crack in between. 

"In the cave!" He yelled as they turned towards the area where he was held captive. Looking into the tiny  crack, they saw him "Hold on, we'll get help." And as they rushed away, Richie decided to eat the loaves of bread before they get caught.

~

It felt like years later until they were released. How? Richie didn't know as he had collapsed onto the hard stone floor and fell asleep until he felt a pair of hands shaking him awake. He slowly awoke and looked around.

"Are you alright? How did you get trapped?" Asked the woman who had woken him up. Richie hesitated for a second. He didn't want to tell them about their 'encounter' with the two farmers who let them 'borrow' some bread.

"Err, my friend and I were just playing around and I ended up here," at least half of it was true. The lady sighed and pulled him up. The other looked towards the other side in distaste. "Is that monkey the 'friend' you were talking about?" She scoffed as Richie nodded. They helped him and Ben get out of the cave and they went their separate ways.

Ben climbed back onto Richie's shoulder while Richie dusted his shirt off. The sun was setting as they wandered about. Richie was back at the usual area that he was chased by the farmers. All the stands were taken down and the vendors were gone. It was peaceful. Richie sat down on the fresh green grass. Looking up at the sky as the last rays of the sun disappeared.

He sighed. He can't keep going on like this. He needs to do something. He felt a hot tear roll down his cheek, not bothering to wipe it away, he just pondered. What would it be like to not have to run around and look for shelter? Not having to steal food. To not be chased around. To have parents. He had Ben, his family. The wind was blowing towards him harshly, the breeze hitting his skin, drying up the tear that laid on his skin softly.

As the trees danced along with the wind, their leaves rustling. Something flew beneath his shoe,looking down, he lifted his foot and shifted a bit. There was a sheet of slightly crumpled up paper and he pickep it up, flattening out the wrinkles. 'King Frank Kaspbrak found to be dead, son and heir of the throne looking for a Queen' The title headed.