Behind the Facade

When Prince Alexander finally reached the bottom, almost an hour later, he was standing at the begining of a long dark corridor. Torches hung on the walls burning in the blueish-white light of magic. It was so quiet that you could here a needle drop. As he began to walk past the cold black stone his boot's click clack echoed, loudly, or what seemed loudly, through the long hall.

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Lacara and Taka had walked the whole way back to the white shingled farmhouse. It was dark when she finally pulled together her courage and opened the mahogany red door. Beatrice and her husband sat at the table, as if they hadn't moved since she had left. Lacara held her head up, even though she felt the reality pushin down on her. Taka looked up at her, "Lacara?" they just stood there like this for minutes; Lacara staring at Beatrice, Beatrice staring at Lacara.

Lacara eventually, tore her eyes away to where two bags sat; her only possesstions, she guessed. "I'm sorry, Lacara. I have to be fair. If we let all of our renters have late payments we'd be living on the streets." Beatrice said firmly, yet kindly.
"I understand." Lacara let go of Taka's hand and picked up the bags, one in either hand. "Thank you." She spoke with pride, not letting the fear of the unknown seep through the cracks of uncertainty. She nodded and reopened the door. "Come along, Taka." The little boy stuck out his tongue, laughing, and hurried out the door, pulling it shut behind him with some effort.

Lacara stepped down off the white washed porch, into the dark edge of realization. She didn't know where to go. She didn't even know to turn left or right. She glanced to the north as the chill of the forebodding woods caught her sences. the winding road, swallowed by the dark trees was where her paniced mind forced her, but her iced heart called her to the south, where the mysterious village lay. She shuddered at the thought of both places. So she did what she always did when she didn't know what else to do; walk. She led Taka towards the woods. Fortunatly wouldn't remember how much of his past lay within the forest, but Lacara did and that horror was enough for the both of them. But she continued, like a a magnetic force pulling her.
 
Piercing blue eyes... hey, guess what! Yesterday, my mom was watching a Hallmark movie on CBS or something, called Crossroads: A Story of Forgiveness and there was a guy who I imagine looks like the Prince in your story.... (he's gorgeous LOL) :p
 
Man.... we share a brain cell. :D

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Look at those eyes! Something to rival Fernie's Elijah now. :D
 
HAHA! I was just getting ready to post that pic and ask if it was him. ;) Oh yes... that's awesome. He would look a bit like that. Soooooooooooo cute.

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Look at that one! *sigh*
 
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