At the same time, a skinny man in a suit was walking a poodle, when he spotted us lying on the ground. "Oh dear!", he gasped. "These poor children have collapsed from hunger. It's best I bring them to the boss." He scooped us off from the ground and carried us all the way to what seemed like a huge house with big poins. At the time he entered, I began to open my eyes for a bit. My brother was still unconscious, but I looked around. I saw the slick marble floors with the light blue walls. I saw the stained glass windows and the golden chandeliers. I saw the arch doorways we went through as we passed room after room. There were blue rooms, purple rooms, red rooms, and more. There were rooms with tables, rooms with couches, rooms with carpets, and more. Bedrooms, bathrooms, kitchens and dining rooms! Man, this place had it all! The man kept walking until he came to this arched doorway with a door made of pure gold. He knocked. "Who is it?" a voice boomed from behind the door. "It's me, sir! I've found these poor unconscious boys on the street! What should we do with them?" "Hmmmmmm.....Send them in." The golden door opened, and there was a room that had a marble floor and royal blue walls. right in the back of the room, there was a throne. And in that throne was a big, hefty cybunny with a brown goatee, a puffy blue crown, a red shirt with puffy long sleeves, puffy blue pants, and brown shoes. He had a royal blue cape on, and stared at us as if he was examining us. Like a doctor on a checkup day. The man turned around to think for a minute, then turned back and said, "Are these boys even still alive? If not, I don't want smelly corpses in my castle!" I didn't want to be thrown out into the outside again, so I just opened my eyes, sat up in the skinny man's arms, and looked around some more. I tried to sound clueless. "Huh? What's going on?!?" I said, innocently. Also, it was at this time my brother was waking up. He sat up, and looked around. "What the-...where are we? O_O" he said. He was my older brother, but I think he was more scared than me. "Take them to the bedroom.", said the hefty cybunny. "We'll keep them here for one night. Until then, we should find out where they came from." He turned around and walked towards his throne, but then turned back and said, "Oh! And give them the feast in the main dining room." "Yes, sir!", said the skinny man. A feast?, I thought. I wonder what's gonna happen next.... The skinny man led us out of the room, and shut the door behind us. And all of a sudden, he jumped right in front of us and said, "Welcome to King Aarol's castle. He rules this tiny village of Meridell, and he has agreed to feed you and let you stay here for a day. And I am Chives, his assistant. You both look hungry. But don't fret! I shall show you to the dining room where you two will get to eat a whole feast! Isn't that exiting?" We just stared at him. "Okaaay, let's move on!" He led us to yet another doorway. He opened it, and it was a dark red room with pink carpets, a chandeleer at the top, and......FOOD! Right in the middle on the room was a very long table with a ton of chairs. And on the table, besides the elegant tablecloth, was a feast fit for a king. My brother and I were drooling! We were so hungry, we just ran to the table, not even bothering to sit down, and ate. And ate. And ate, ate, ate. And by the time we were bloated, the whole feast was gone. Chives came back. "Well, aren't we hungry tikes? Come on, it's time for bed!" Once again, he led us through the entire house, until we came to another arched doorway. He opened it, and there were two big comfortable beds with velvet sheets and silk pillows. After such a meal, my brother and I were very tired. They gave us our own toothbrushes to brush our teeth in the beautiful bathrooms, they had silk, golden pajamas that were very comfortable, and we slept until morning. We woke up refreshed, and headed down to the dining room. They had already prepared us a breakfast feast, and we ate like royalty. We got dressed, brushed our teeth, and stared to explore the big house. We played games like hide and seek and tag. We went into the bedrooms and jumped on the cusiony matresses. We had a ton of fun! And while we were playing hide and seek, I was searching for Cy when I past the king's office. I could hear people talking behind the door, so I decided to eavesdrop. "Any luck finding parents?" "Well, I looked everywhere in Meridell for someone who could possibly be the guardian of the two, but no luck." "Well, if we can't find the boys' parents, where will they go?" "Sir, if they're homeless, it's possible for someone to adopt them." I gasped. I didn't want to be adopted by some stranger! "Sir, I've also been thinking. Once you're gone, there will be nobody to take the throne. And these children are your species." "True, Chives. Maybe I should put them up for a few more weeks or so, and.....look at some adoption papers...." Oh my gosh! I was going to be a prince! An adopted prince! Just like the stories Mom used to tell me and Cy. Uh oh! Mom! What was I to tell her? I began to forget everything. Why were we separated in the first place? How did I end up here? I seemed so confused until...

My brother shouted, "HOME FREE! Why didn't you look for me? I was sitting in that closet for an hour and a half!" "I was looking for you!", I said. "It's just that......I couldn't find you....." Then I thought, Maybe I should talk to Cy. Maybe we can figure out a plan, and stay here for a while. So then I brought Cy to our bedroom and we talked. "Look, I heard the king guy and Chives talking. They said we get to stay here for a few more weeks and that he may adopt us! Won't that be cool?" He wasn't as thrilled as I was sounding. "But....what about momma? Didn't you promise something to her?" "Ugggh, I can't remember that, now! We're going to be princes! Maybe we should let this guy adopt us, and we'll visit Mom once in a while." He still gave me that "I'm doing the wrong thing and I should quit while I still have my dignity" look, but he finally sighed, and agreed. A few weeks passed, and the king had adopted us both. He treated us like we were his own sons, and Chives treated us like we were his own princes. The king looked mostly to me. He even gave me my own line of prince clothing. He always play sports with me, and pat me on the head. But as for Cy, the king wasn't as pleased with him. He gave him a line of regular clothing. When he asked for him to play sports with him, the king always said he was busy, and he paid little attention to Cy. The king even gave me my own trumpet with the Meridell flag on it. All Cy got were sunglasses. One day, Cy talked with the king, which we now called Dad, asking why he was neglected so. Dad actually told him straight-up, "I don't like you as much as him. You're a discrace compared to him. You have no future as a king, and sometimes I wonder if you should've had a future as a prince." Cy was so upset by his cruel words. And a year later, when we were both 5 years old, he ran away. I wanted to chace after my brother and help him, but Dad wanted me around. I couldn't leave him. So I stayed there. Years passed. I was basically an only child, a prince, and an elegant being. I was now at the highest class. I became accustomed to the prince life. I gained manners, and got to do things like play golf, paint, and even sew for fun. As each year passed, Dad and I became closer and closer. And soon we were best friends, along with Chives, who stayed around all my life. I was pampered and spoiled, but my first 4 years of peasantry kept me from becoming snobby or self-absorbed. Then one morning, at age 22, I woke up from my new canopy bed. I headed down for breakfast with Dad and Chives. They were both in deep conversation as I was eating my sausages. "Sir, did you hear? They're finally tearing down that old rickety bridge!" "You don't say? It was only 30 years old!" "Yes, sir, but they were tired of all the poor people living under it. It made it dirty, they say." At this moment I picked up my head from the pancakes. "Wow, Chives. I don't even see why those poor people stayed there, still. I thought most of them ventured off for families to gather food on the streets." The arch bridge.....the food gathering.....it all seemed so familiar...."It even said in the paper, sir! They tried to move one ragedy old female cybunny from the bridge, and she refused! She was yelling something about waiting for someone, and even started throwing rocks at the machines, until they finally got her out of it, and she just ran. What a weirdo, eh sir?" The two laughed. And that teared it. I knew who that woman was. That was momma!

I remembered everything now! Cy and I left to gather food, and then we collapsed from hunger, where Chives brought us to the castle. I promised momma that we'd be back first thing tomorrow, but instead she waited there for almost twenty years! While I was being pampered, she was struggling to survive. She waited and waited, and believed in me so much that she tried to fight machines to remain in the spot she was. I threw away the rest of my pancakes and ran upstairs quickly. I got on my clothes and brushed my teeth, and ran outside. I even took my trumpet with me for the heck of it. I ran madly, tears blocking my sight, until I came to a giant hole in the ground; it had to be where the bridge used to be. There was dirt, there were rocks, but no bridge, and most importantly, no momma. I collapsed on the ground, and cried. I got on my hands and knees. I could see my whole life flashing before my eyes. How I betrayed my own mother. How I pretended she didn't exist just to gain riches for myself. How I tried to talk Cy into it, who ran away just in time. And how she had to wait 18 years for me to come, yet I came the day after she already left. I tried to choke back the tears. They wouldn't go. I finally gained the strength to stand up, but I didn't know what to do. There was no way I could go back to the castle. How could I continue my pampered lifestyle knowing it was because of that that I left my mother. There was no other option. I took my trumpet, and ran away. Away from the castle, away from the ditch where the bridge used to be, and most ungreatful of them all, away from my momma. Another year had passed. I was 23. I had lost everything other than the clothes on my back and my trumpet. When I never came home to the king, he put up posters all over town trying to find me. I tore them all down, for I could never go back there. I tried to disguise myself, but I couldn't find anything. So the only thing I could do was hide in a box in a cold alley. My friend, at the beginning of the story, I had love. At the middle, I had everything I could ever want. But now, I had neither. My family was gone. My bed was gone. Everything that meant meaning to me, was gone. While I was thinking about all this stuff, I just sat hiding under my box. But suddenly, my box lifted up into the air. I was wondering what was going on, and I'd seen someone picked up the box. "Oh, sorry! I didn't mean to-" It was a girl, and she looked at me closer. "Hey! You're that prince everyone's looking for! Don't worry, I'll get you home!" Oh, no. "Wait!", I said to her. "I...I don't wanna go back. I just can't!" "But.....why?" And so I told her everything. My entire story, from love, to rich, to loss. "Well! You've been living here for a while, haven't ya? I shouldn't leave you her! How about I take you in for maybe a couple of days?" Those words reminded me of when Chives said that. But I had no choice. "Okay...." She grabbed my hand, began to walk, but then turned around, and added, "By the way, what's your name?" "Analasyn." I said. "Oh, it doesn't mention your name on those fliers. And also, my name is Casper.