How are you doing everybody? I hope I wasn’t too long with this next chapter. I’m actually liking it so much that I already have a few chapters that written I might post at least twice a week from now on because of how much writing this is easy for me. SoOoOoO! Just leave me a review and we’ll see about next time’s chapter.

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CHAPTER 2

REMEMBER WHEN IT RAINED

Wash away the thoughts inside

That keep my mind away from you.

No more love and no more pride

When thoughts are all I have to do

Remember when it rained

‘Felt the ground and looked up high and called you name

Remember when it rained

In the darkness I remain

Tears of hope run down my skin

Tears for you that will not dry

They magnify the one within

And let the outside slowly die

Remember when it rained

I felt the ground and looked up high and called your name

Remember when it rained

In the water I remained Running down … Running down … Running down …Running down… Running down… Running down… Running down…. Running down… Running down…

Josh Groban

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Towards the north, past the battle grounds where humans and dragons fought, Prince Jogan sat in a tower that lay between the west and north walls. Looking at the supply list and the daily records of the treasury. So far, it was doing quite well for the average silver mine. The silver mines had lately been showing a great abundance that supplies for war effort could be increased, along with the people’s wages, and the treasury grew by a third of what it had last year. Jogan was pleased as well by the decreasing of deaths in the mines now that some dragons, who had willing volunteered, joined in helping the workers by using theirs magic to prevent the mines from collapsing, and for more air to reach the miners farther in the tunnels.

Taking a quick glance at the painting above his desk, Jogan couldn’t help but admire himself. At six feet seven inches, Jogan was considered the second tallest man, after his second-in-command who stood at seven feet and who made sure that everyone knew it. Jogan had tanned skin that every man and woman ached to touch. He had broad shoulders and always held himself upright in soldier position while in public places. He had such yellow/green eyes that shone brightly when he smiled. His hair was blonde/brown and always disheveled that no one made a fuss about because it could never be fixed. In fact, Prince Jogan was king, but he preferred the title of prince because he felt he couldn’t take the place of his father who had died just shortly after the new war ensued and whose wife- Jogan’s mother- followed sooner after from a broken heart.

All and all, everything was going well. Though, there was one problem that had nothing to do with mining that had to be dealt with immediately. Princess Cole’s succession. Twice as brilliant in strategies and tactics as her father was and twice as wise as her mother.

Somehow, someone from Feelon had sent an assassin in the kingdom’s name to kill the king and queen. The deaths would most likely fuel each and every fighter to attack with more strength than they had. It would no doubt, go two ways because they would weaken faster, and yet, send Feelon fighters back- closer to the castle and the camp settlements.

Why oh why did someone have to go and kill them off?! This is a disaster straight from the bottom pits of the Underworld out to ruin the peace of the people and myself- plus! On the verge of destroying all freedom of will in Feelon that could have been stopped sooner, rather than later… A lot later. Not only are the Angoran people fueled by the death of one royal, but also the deaths of two is an outrage of the worst kind for any kingdom. The safety is destroyed and would mass panic that could endanger both the life of themselves, but lead them to insanity and make them fight like demons from Hell because their insanity would numb their senses making them an army to be afraid of that no one needs right now. With two very strong and powerful rulers dead… I don’t want to think anymore than have to on the subject.

Looking at the desk’s wooden ridges, Jogan shook his head in disgust and worry and left his office to return to his bed chambers where most likely his lover was asleep after nearly waiting through half the night for Jogan’s return.

For two weeks it has been that way where Prince Jogan would arrive to bed just after midnight to find that Ash (his lover) was asleep- then upon waking Prince Jogan was chided for not returning to bed. It had become routine until Ash gave up to raise his nose high and straighten his shoulders and give Jogan the silent treatment. Jogan would kiss Ash so passionately and they would come out of the bedroom just after noon. Four hours of wonderful lovemaking could do wonders. So far, Ash was doing his best to resist Jogan’s irresistible charm and come back into his bed. So far, no luck.

Entering the room quietly and closing the door behind him softly, Jogan turned around to face the bed when he received a shock to find that Ash was not there- but a note lay on the pillow of the bed in his place. Lighting a candle, Jogan read the letter with growing sadness and cursed as he finished. Ash and the younger son of Baron Kelal had eloped together to an unmentioned kingdom, in case Jogan would think to send soldiers after them. The letter also mentioned Jogan as an unfit lover who only preferred sex than actually loving another person- those qualities that Baron Kelal’s youngest son had.

Damn him, thought Jogan as he crumbled the letter and placed it in the flames of the candle to burn. He is correct though. I only wished for sex when it came from him. IT was only lust I had for him. Damn it! Why me Why can I not find love? What must I do to find the perfect man? What?!

Looking out if the window, Jogan faced the direction of the Nyfer River and Jogan wished yet again before sleeping “Let me find love in the arms of another man whom I know I can love with all of my heart. I know I cannot find love with a woman- so allow me to find love with the special man. Let me find that true love that poets and musicians sing and dance about. I want love. Please, Slumbering Dragon of the Nyfer, allow me love that I fail to grasp. Don’t let me die alone. Don’t let me die alone.”

Looking from the corner of his eye, Jogan saw the emptiness of the bed and a few, silent tears escaped his eyes at the sight of something so sorrowful, something so unloving as a bed made to make sweet memories, was empty of another body- waiting for a lover with open arms. Fixing his gaze once more to the horizon and making another glance to the Nyfer River, Prince Jogan begged once more, “Don’t let me die alone and unloved. Please. I want to know love like I have never felt it both body and soul. Please, Slumbering Dragon of the Nyfer, let e feel and have love. I don’t want to be alone til the day that I die. Don’t let me feel so alone.”

Prince Jogan returned to bed with an empty heart and fell asleep with tears still streaming down his perfect tanned skin.

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Miles away, the Slumbering Dragon of the Nyfer cracked open its eyes and stared at both the new queen and the prince.

Prince Jogan, thought the dragon- creating the stones around it to stir slightly- yours and Queen Cole’s new future awaits after tomorrow. This at least, I can grant…

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So what do you think now? Worthy of a review? Anyone? Probably the kids in the peanut gallery would like to make a comment? Don’t leave this story hanging by a thread only because I have some chapters written. Anyways, later guys and gals!!