story part ;
back to when we met

Five Years Ago
Illeà Capital

After Astrid had left the rooftop, Kason stood with the potion in hand, looking down at the liquid and debating whether it was worth it to take it right then and there. Yes, he could help Carmen get a night's worth of sleep — the poor fifteen-year-old had been ill for the past two weeks as a result. However, it wouldn't last long, and he wasn't sure what the side effects would be. So, being who he was, Kason popped the top off of the bottle and tossed it to the side, raising the glass his lips and downing the potion.

Immediately, he felt as if he had been knocked back, a sudden pound coming to his head and a sharp pain zapping in his chest. But, it quickly subsided, leaving him light-headed and dizzy as he attempted to regain balance.

"You can't be up here," a deep, masculine voice sounded.

Kason did his best to turn and look at who it was, his eyes squinting as he tried to make the figure out. "Oh," he said, laughing brightly. That was odd for a person like himself, a person who could hardly crack a smile around his own siblings. "I think you're mistaken with that. You don't know what I am."

More men came out the opening that the big one had, all coming to stand beside him. Kason glanced down, seeing the six or seven stories below him. The look alone almost knocked him off of his feet.

"I was up here with Astrid Cane, you know her, don't you?" Kace said, grasping for something to keep the men from advancing on him. With his head clouded, he couldn't very well use his unstable power to defend himself, nor could he use the fighting tactics him and Alec had worked on for years together.

"Don't you have a better crowd to be picking a fight with?" A heavily accented voice sounded from behind the men. Kason squinted once again, making out a tall, young boy in red and black clothes. Even in the dark, the prince could tell he was tan, liked of Spanish descendant with the accent that laced his words.

What happened after that was a blur to Kason's clouded mind. He saw red darting around the men, knocking them behind on the heads and causing several to fall to the ground. When the largest of the group came at him, the boy was wrapping him in a headlock, jumping onto his back as he slowly took enough air from the older man to where he fell to his knees and blacked out. How it had happened so quickly was beyond the prince.

"Did you say Astrid Cane?" The stranger asked.

Kason didn't reply.

The boy knelt down in front of him, and the prince just then was realising that he had fallen to the concrete at some point. Warm fingers forced Kace to look into the equally warm eyes of the tan boy. "What did you take? Did the witch give you something?"

Kace found himself nodding for reasons beyond him. The boy cursed under his breath. "I'll take you home," he said, "Where do you live?"

"You believe that I'm going to let you — "

"That nice black car down the block is yours, isn't it?" The boy said, "You want to wreck it?" Kason didn't answer once again and he took it as the answer he was looking for. "Tell me where to take you."

"The palace," Kason said.

He could have sworn he had just told the boy that fairies were real with the look that was casted upon him. But, he supposed it wasn't everyday that someone ran into a hidden prince while he was suffering the effects of a witch's potion.

"Which prince are you?" He said disbelievingly.

"Kason."

The boy shook his head, closing his eyes as he rose to his feet and offered the prince a hand to get up. "Well, Prince Kason, ruler of stupidity for taking a potion from Astrid Cane," he said, "I'm Roman and I'm going to be taking you back to the palace tonight."