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Date Posted: 12/22/07 10:49pm
Author: Kaden
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Our song is a slammin' screen door
sneakin' out late, tappin' on your window
When we're on the phone and you talk real slow
Cuz it's late and your mama don't know
Our song is the way you laugh
the first date man I didn't kiss and I should have
And when I got home, before I said amen...
Asking God if he could play it again


It had taken some sneaking but he had managed to get away from the training he was supposed to be under going with the other 'soldier'. Nothing succeeded in pissing him off more then to be referred to as 'soldier' by men who used to address him as 'Prince'. Ever since his brother had all but forgotten about him and then gotten angry at him that one evening before dinner, he had been staying in the barracks and thus adopted into the role of a soldier in training. In some ways he actually liked it because it was toning his muscles and turning his young mans body into that of a young warrior, it was toning his muscles and his discipline and that was good but it irked him to be treated like he was just another of the tenants unruley children when he was actually royalty. He was supposed to be doing a hundred mile flight right then but instead he was hopping over fences and crossing fields to get to Anya's house. The girl was a simple tenant herself - as he was being treated - taken in by a good hearted family and raised as one of their own but when they had first rescued her from her fate, she had stayed with them for a few months until they could find a family to take her in and during that time the pair of them had become fast friends. He just needed to get out for a bit, to get away from the pressures and the hurt and the anger that just kept growing inside of him until it consumed him - it was all he thought about, all he dreamnt about. Whenever he looked up to the castle, he was taken by such a wave of bitter fury that it took his breath away and put a bad taste in his mouth. When he had saw his brother flying off with his magnificent white mate all he could think was that Dane would be gone for months and he hadn't even said goodbye - hadn't given Kaden a second thought. Feeling the heaviness that was starting to once more engulf him, he attempted to shrug it off and easily lept over another wooden fence that blocked his way from getting to his best friend. Anya always made him feel better, could always make him laugh and smile and be thankful for having her in his life. He could be himself, however he was feeling that day, and know that she wouldn't judge him for it. She might slap him back to reality occasionally but only when she thought he needed it. Finally he saw the small house her and her family resided in and smiled, heading straight for the door. It took him a second to notice her 'father' in the fields and he waved to him with a smile before bestowing a kiss upon Cynthia's cheek when she answered the door. They had always welcomed him into his room and he had spent many nights at their kitchen table, eating dinner with them or just chatting about their lives and days. "Is Anya home?" He questioned Cyntha, his boyish features lit up at the thought of seeing his best when it had been over two weeks since he had last seen her.

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