Friendship

Follow me "The guard said as he grabbed the torch from the wall. He unlocked the gate all the way at the end of the dungeon. This gate and passageway seemed newer than the rest of the dungeon. The stairs were damp and dark as the guard led you down further and further into bowels of the dungeon. It rank of mold and stale air. He finally stopped at a large iron door with five locks. Inside the sounds of growling could be heard. The guards hand seemed to almost tremble as he unlocked each and every lock. He opened the door for you to step inside. A large cell with crisscrossing iron bars separated you from the glowly light green eyes on the otherside." Who are you? "The voice growled in a deep voice."

"Prince Logan looks at Adam with his piercing aquamarine eyes. His expression is cold and uninviting, but he remains still." "I'm Prince Logan Hawthorne," "he finally responds in a snobbish tone." "But I doubt that documenting my symptoms will do any good. I've been cursed for years, and no one has ever been able to find a cure."

"Prince Logan scoffs at Adam's words, rolling his eyes in an exasperated manner. Despite his aversion to the idea, he knows he needs to talk to someone, anyone, after being trapped in the dungeon for so long." "I suppose it couldn't hurt to try," "he concedes with a huff of breath." "I feel alone, forgotten, and utterly hopeless. But I'm sure you already knew that, considering where we are."

"Prince Logan regards Adam with a quizzical expression, his eyes narrowing slightly in suspicion." "I highly doubt that we've met before. It's not as though I'm allowed out of this damnable place," "he snaps irritably," "Unless you can break those bars and free me from this curse, then I suggest you start documenting actual facts instead of spouting nonsense."

"Prince Logan arches an eyebrow in surprise at Adam's sudden change in demeanor, but doesn't comment on it further." "To be honest," "he admits reluctantly," "I've lost track of time in this place. It's been too long since anyone has visited me or brought me food and water. The only thing I know for certain is that I've grown weaker with each passing day and my mind has become more feral as the curse takes hold."

"Prince Logan watches silently as Adam offers him food and water, his eyes fixed on the plate for a long moment as if he can't quite believe what he's seeing. For a moment, his expression softens as he reaches forward to take the offering." "Thank you," "he murmurs quietly, before tearing into the jerky with an almost primal hunger. There is a brief respite from his usual ferocity as he eats, but it fades quickly as his gaze fixates on Adam once more." "Why are you doing this? Bringing me food and pretending to care about my wellbeing?"

"Prince Logan makes an irritated sound in the back of his throat, eyeing Adam with suspicion despite his upbeat demeanor." "That may be so, but what do you hope to gain from it? Are you planning to use me as leverage against someone? Or do you believe that I'll be so grateful for your scraps of food that I'll try and help you escape, futile though it may be?" "He narrows his eyes slightly, but there's a flicker of interest in his gaze that suggests that he might not entirely dismiss the idea of escaping."

"Prince Logan seems taken aback by Adam's words, a mix of astonishment and confusion flickering across his face." "You...what? Why would you do that? Why would you risk your own life just to help me, a nobody cursed to be a monster?" "His expression is incredulous, but there's a glimmer of hope in his eyes that suggests that he's starting to believe that maybe, just maybe, he might have a chance at freedom someday." "I don't even know who you are..."

"Prince Logan bristles slightly at Adam's words, his eyes flashing in anger." "I may look human, but I'm not. Not anymore. I'm a monster, a creature of the darkness," "he snarls, his body starting to contort slightly as his anger grows." "No one can break this curse, no one can free me from my prison." "He slams his hands against the bars of his cell, his face twisted in a mix of rage and despair." "Why should you even bother trying?"

"Prince Logan stares at Adam incredulously for a few moments, his anger and frustration dissipating as he processes what's just been said. There's a flicker of something resembling hope in his eyes, but it's quickly replaced by a visible sense of skepticism." "You really mean that," "he mutters, his voice low and barely audible." "Why would you go through all this trouble for me? What do you stand to gain from my freedom?"

"Prince Logan's eyes widen in surprise and a hint of confusion crosses his face at Adam's words. It was not a sentiment that he was used to hearing, especially after so many years of confinement in darkness. Yet despite his initial apprehension at the concept of friendship, an idea suddenly clicks in Prince Logan's mind and for an instant, it seems as though a mask of coldness falls away from him." "A friend?" "he whispers, almost to himself." "I...I haven't had one of those in a long time." "He looks back up at Adam, blinking with a sense of wonder." "Could it really be true? That someone would risk their own life just to be my friend..?"

"Prince Logan's face lights up as Adam speaks, his eyes shining with a sense of gratitude and hope." "I'll do it!" "he exclaims eagerly, slamming his hands against the bars with newfound energy." "I'll answer any questions you have, I'll do anything you need me to do, just please...please help me get out of here." "He looks up at Adam, the pleading in his eyes almost palpable." "I can't stand another day in this place."

"Prince Logan hesitates for a moment, almost as though he can't believe that someone is actually willing to visit him like this." "Tomorrow..." "he whispers, almost to himself. Then he looks up at Adam, his eyes full of certainty." "I'll be here, waiting for you," "he says resolutely, a newfound sense of hope burning in his chest." "Thank you...for giving me something to look forward to."

"As Adam exits, the cell door slams shut behind him, the sound echoing throughout the dark prison. Prince Logan watches as he departs, his smile slowly fading as he's left alone in the darkness once more. He sighs heavily and leans back against the wall, his mind already racing with thoughts of the future and what it might hold." "A friend," "he repeats softly to himself." "Maybe...just maybe, I can finally escape this curse and find a way to live again."

"Prince Logan stirs awake, his eyes flickering open as Adam makes the noise to wake him up. He blinks a few times, his eyes adjusting to the dim light of the cell. When he realizes that Adam has brought a bag with him, he tilts his head in curiosity." "What's that?" "he asks, nodding towards the bag."

"Prince Logan's eyes widen with surprise as he takes in the food, his gaze lingering on the blueberry bread and milk with keen interest." "It's...it's been ages since I've tasted anything that wasn't moldy bread or stale water," "he says, his voice full of gratitude and hunger." "Thank you so much..." "He hesitates for a moment, studying Adam warily." "Are you sure it's safe for you to be doing this? If they find out...you could get in trouble."

"Prince Logan nods slowly, his eyes fixed on the food. He reaches out tentatively and picks up a piece of the blueberry bread, bringing it to his nose and inhaling deeply." "It smells delicious," "he murmurs, a smile quirking at the corner of his lips." "Thank you again." "He takes a bite of the bread, savoring the taste and texture as it explodes across his tongue. In that moment, he can almost forget that he's a prisoner, trapped in a cold, dark cell. Instead, he feels alive and free." "You know..." "he begins, looking up at Adam with a glint in his eyes." "I'm starting to think that you're not such a bad person after all."

"Prince Logan continues to eat as Adam asks him questions, answering each one with honest and thoughtful responses. Despite his isolated nature, he is remarkably eloquent and intelligent. His answers demonstrate a keen sense of self-awareness and understanding of the world around him, though at times he seems to drift off into his own thoughts and memories." "Why are you doing this?" "he finally asks, finishing off the last of the blueberry bread." "Why bring me food and ask me these...questions?"

"Prince Logan listens to Adam carefully, his brows furrowing in confusion." "The king...hired you? A pirate?" "he echoes, mistrust clear in his voice." "I don't understand. Why would he do that?" "He leans forward, peering through the iron bars of his cell as if searching for some sort of answer in Adam's expression." "And what is it that you want in all of this? What's in it for you?"

"Prince Logan leans back against the wall, his expression thoughtful as he considers Adam's words." "Freedom...yes, that would be nice," "he murmurs softly." "But I can't help feeling as though there's more to this than what you're telling me. Why the secrecy, why the need for a pirate of all people? It doesn't make sense." "He looks up at Adam with a hint of suspicion in his eyes." "I think you know more than you're letting on."

"Prince Logan's face hardens briefly at the question, his grip on the bars tightening before he takes a deep breath to calm himself." "I don't know," "he answers honestly." "There are...gaps in my memory. Moments when I feel as though I am not in control of my own actions. It feels...wrong, somehow." "He glances down at his own hands, flexing them experimentally." "Like there's something inside me, waiting to take over. I don't know if it's real or just in my mind, but it terrifies me."

"Prince Logan patiently answers all of Adam's questions, his eyes never leaving the pirate as he speaks. He seems both eager for any connection to the outside world and wary of what Adam could be hiding from him. Despite his years of isolation and bitterness, there is an underlying desperation in his gaze that hints at a desire to be free from his curse."

"As Adam departs, Prince Logan watches him go with a faint glimmer of something in his eyes. It takes him a moment to recognize it as hope - a tiny, fragile thing that he had long since given up on experiencing. He doesn't know if Adam will be able to help him in any meaningful way, or if the king truly has any intention of freeing him, but for the first time since he was cursed, there is a small part of him that dares to believe in a better future."

"Prince Logan is equally startled by the sudden intrusion, his eyes darting between the guards and Adam as he tries to assess the situation. His heart races with fear as he sees Adam being dragged away, his desperation for answers and connection overwhelming him." "What is happening? Where are they taking you?" "he calls out, his voice rough with emotion as he presses himself against the iron bars in an attempt to see what is happening."

"Prince Logan flinches as the sound of gunfire fills the air, his animal instincts threatening to take over. But as Adam returns and begins to fiddle with the keys, he can't help but feel both grateful and wary." "Thank you, but be careful," "he warns, his voice hoarse with disuse as he steps out of the cell." "I don't know what's happening, but something feels wrong." "He peers up at Adam, searching his eyes for any hint of the pirate's intentions." "Why are you doing this?"

"Prince Logan follows Adam up the stairs, his heart racing with both fear and a strange sense of excitement. For so long he has been confined to the darkness, his existence reduced to little more than the curse that plagues him. But now, with Adam by his side, he feels like there might be a way out - like he could finally reclaim his place in the world." "Thank you," "he murmurs, his aquamarine eyes alight with a fierce determination." "I don't know what the future holds, but I won't forget what you've done for me."

"Prince Logan's heart clenches as Adam reveals the truth behind his imprisonment, the weight of betrayal and injustice heavy on his shoulders. He catches the sword that Adam throws towards him with a flick of his wrist, feeling a sense of familiarity in the way it moves in his hand despite the years spent in chains." "I see," "he murmurs, his voice distant as he takes in the full weight of what just happened." "But what now? Where do we go from here?"

"Prince Logan can't help but chuckle softly as Adam gets smacked on the head, his heart feeling lighter despite the danger that surrounds them." "Don't worry," "he reassures, placing a hand on Adam's shoulder." "We'll think of something. Together." "He pauses, scanning their surroundings for any sign of a way out." "Let's try to find a way out of here first, and then we can plan our next move."

"As they enter the throne room, Prince Logan feels a sense of anger and betrayal well up within him as he sees the king sitting on his throne, a smug expression on his face. He tightens his grip on his sword, the metal almost glowing with a fierce intensity." "You won't get away with this," "he declares, his voice ringing through the room." "Your days of playing god are done."

"Prince Logan takes a step forward, his expression cold and unforgiving as he looks down upon the pleading king." "Mercy?" "he scoffs, his voice laced with bitterness." "You showed me none when you imprisoned me, when you cursed me to this hellish existence. Now it's my turn to show you what no mercy feels like." "With that, he raises his sword high in the air, ready to strike."

"Prince Logan's heart clenches as he watches Adam being taken hostage, his grip on his sword tightening. He takes a step forward, ready to face the guards, but hesitates as the king speaks, his tone mocking and cruel." "Don't listen to him," "he says to Adam, his voice firm." "I won't let them hurt you." "He looks back at the guards, steel determination in his eyes." "But I won't let you hurt anyone else either."

"Prince Logan can feel the fear emanating from Adam as he watches the guards holding him hostage, his heart heavy with despair at the idea that all their hard work might have been for nothing. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself before he speaks." "Let him go," "he says to the guards, his voice low and commanding." "And I'll spare your lives."

"As the guards throw Adam to the ground, Prince Logan rushes to his side, a fierce protectiveness overtaking him." "Are you alright?" "he asks him, his tone worried as he checks him for injuries." "We need to get out of here."

"Prince Logan's eyes widen with fear and horror as he sees Adam being stabbed through the collarbone, his heart filled with a fierce anger at the sight. Without thinking, he rushes forward, the curse overtaking him. His teeth sharpen and he lets out an animalistic growl as he lunges at the king, his sword glinting in the light." "I will make you pay for what you've done," "he snarls, his attacks vicious and unrelenting." "You will regret ever crossing me."

"Amidst the chaos, Prince Logan doesn't notice the pain in Adam's eyes as he goes on a murder rampage, his senses entirely consumed by the curse. He attacks with a frenzied fervor, his movements almost animalistic as he takes down the guards one by one." "You won't get away with this," "he growls at the king as he corners him against a wall, his sword raised and ready." "The curse may be my weakness, but it's also made me stronger than you could ever imagine."

"As Adam approaches him weakly with a smile on his face, Prince Logan can sense the pain and worry radiating off of him. He lowers his sword, his feral rage subsiding as he tries to regain control." "Of course," "he says, his tone softer than before." "I'll help you. Don't worry." "He puts his sword back into its sheath and gently helps Adam to his feet, keeping an eye out for any remaining enemies." "Let's get you out of here."

"As Prince Logan tended to Adam's wounds, he listened to his question and thought for a moment before responding." "I don't know," "he says contemplatively, his gaze distant." "I've been so focused on breaking the curse and escaping my prison that I haven't given much thought to what comes next. But perhaps it's time for me to reclaim my rightful place in the kingdom. What do you think?"

"Prince Logan nods in agreement as he watches Adam wipe off the blood on his face, feeling a deep sense of gratitude towards him for saving his life." "You're right," "he says, his voice quiet." "But I won't just become king for the sake of it. I need to make sure that the kingdom is in good hands and that I can be the leader it deserves. It won't be easy, but we'll do what it takes."

"Prince Logan nods, respecting Adam's decision to stay true to his pirate lifestyle." "Of course. I won't force you to do anything you're not comfortable with," "he says with a hint of a smile." "But if you ever need my help or support, don't hesitate to reach out. We're in this together now."

"Prince Logan looks up from where he was looking down at his wounds being tended to, thinking about Adam's question. After a moment of silence, he shakes his head slowly." "I'm sorry, but I don't remember much from before the curse," "he admits." "It's been so long, and my mind has been foggy ever since. But why do you ask? Do you remember me?"

"Prince Logan looks surprised, his eyes widening slightly." "Ah, I see now. It's all coming back to me," "he says thoughtfully, a hint of a smile forming on his lips." "But it's been so long, it's hard to remember everything clearly. I'm sorry for not recognizing you earlier."

"He pauses for a moment, looking at Adam with newfound recognition." "But now that I remember you, it makes our meeting here that much more interesting, doesn't it?" "he adds teasingly, a glint of mischief in his eyes."

"Prince Logan laughs softly, feeling a sense of joy that he hadn't felt in years." "Hey, watch it!" "he exclaims jokingly, playfully swatting at Adam's hand as he ruffles up his hair." "But in all seriousness, it's good to have someone from my past by my side again. It's been a lonely road, but I'm glad you're here with me now."

"Feeling a sense of comfort and camaraderie between himself and Adam, Prince Logan can't help but feel a newfound sense of hope that the future might hold something more than just loneliness and darkness."

"Prince Logan looks up from his tea, surprised at the sound of a knock on his window. He gets up from his seat and walks over to the window, opening it to see who could be there. As he opens it, a cool breeze flows into the room, rustling the curtains."

"He is momentarily taken aback as he sees Adam peeking through the window." "Adam! What are you doing here?" "he asks, a hint of a smile forming on his lips. He opens the window wider to let his friend in."

"Prince Logan tries to suppress his laughter but can't help but chuckle softly at Adam's clumsiness." "I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself," "he says with a smile, offering a hand to help Adam up." "I'm glad to see you, my friend. What brings you to visit me today?"

"Prince Logan walks over to his bedside table and pours a cup of tea for Adam." "Here, have some tea. You must be thirsty after that fall," "he adds, offering him the tea cup."

"Prince Logan takes a seat next to Adam, sipping his own tea." "Yes, they are. It's a strange feeling, like trying to piece together a puzzle that's been scattered across the room," "he muses, staring off into the distance." "But I'm grateful for each and every memory that resurfaces. It feels like a step closer to understanding the curse that's plagued me for so long."

"Prince Logan turns to face Adam, a small smile on his lips." "What about you? How have the seas been treating you lately?"

"Prince Logan chuckles, amused by Adam's remark." "I highly doubt it's the latter, Adam. It's more likely that they just weren't interested in you as a meal," "he says, taking another sip of his tea."

"He sets the cup down and turns to face Adam once more." "Have you come across any treasures worth mentioning? You always did have a nose for finding rare goods," "he adds with a teasing glint in his eye."

"Prince Logan's eyes widen in awe as Adam pulls out the necklaces and rings out of his bag." "By the stars, Adam, those are stunning! You truly do have a nose for rare goods," "he exclaims, examining each piece closely."

"He hands the jewelry pieces back to Adam with a grateful smile." "Thank you for sharing these with me. It's not often that I get to see such precious treasures up close from my cell. It gives me hope that one day I too will be able to roam the world with you again, in search of adventure and riches," "he adds with a wistful sigh."

"Surprised by Adam's sudden move, Prince Logan falls back onto the couch with a soft grunt. However, his surprise soon turns to amusement as Adam nuzzles against his cheek."

"Despite his years of isolation and noble upbringing, Prince Logan finds himself laughing softly in response to Adam's teasing." "Oh, don't pretend like you don't enjoy it, Adam," "he teases back, playfully pushing him away." "And watch out-- you're getting awfully close. I don't want you catching my curse," "he adds with a chuckle, gesturing towards his own face."

"Prince Logan's eyes soften at Adam's words, a small smile forming on his lips as he gazes up at him." "Thank you, Adam. I appreciate your belief in me," "he says softly."

"Despite his initial reluctance, Prince Logan finds himself enjoying Adam's affectionate touches. It's been so long since he's had anyone show him any warmth, and he finds himself craving it more and more." "You may be right, but we must still be careful," "he murmurs, closing his eyes as Adam's touch becomes more affectionate."