The Forgotten Prince
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     He knew they were gone. He knew that they were out there, somewhere in the wild. Laurent had been the first to leave, furious at the world, at himself, at his inability to do anything but stand by and wait. There had been others between them, and Laruku had been the last. Ahren had known he was gone days ago. He had made no point to follow. Instinct or something like it had let him know where the hybrid was going. Even if he was blind, even if he walked into death, Ahren doubted Laruku would find it. He wasn’t that lucky.

     “I don’t know,” he stated plainly. The apathy in his voice was remarkable. One might think he had never cared at all. Shrugging lightly and pushing a chunk of hair from his face, he revealed a chunk of black tangled with the blonde. Ahren didn’t know his hair was changing colors. He hadn’t seen himself in weeks. “Don’t worry about it,” he continued, shutting his eyes.






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