Always, No Matter What AN

Okay guys, now that the Summer has ended I am officially getting back into writing. Expect all of my stories to be updated by next week or the week after. Sorry if I were a bit absent for a while, I was crazy busy and had a little writers block on some stories.

And Great News! October is very close so the sequel to this story will be coming out soon! And if you have been waiting for some of my newer stories don't worry, they will be out soon also.

Lastly, for this story I will be re-writing some of these chapters mostly because I don't think they have enough details. I feel as if some chapters are a little rushed in, so I'm going it edit it a little to make it a little better. I hope you guys don't mind! Not to much stuff will change.

Now that I think I said everything, I will go on the sequel ,aka "The Game of the Shadow Prince" cool title right? Here is a sneak peek

In Antarctica in the darkness of night, a teenager, near adult age struggled against blue ice bonds. Two out of those four bonds were broken leaving his left leg and right hand free. The other two were littered with cracks.

Darkness and cold. That's all I've ever felt for a while.

His white shadow streaked hair blew violently as the winds swirled around him in attempt to difficult his struggling. He gritted his sharp teeth as he fought the winds and the bonds

My name is Ice Shadowfrost.

Despite the fighting and tiredness, his dark blue eyes still shone with determination and a little bit of madness.

I am the Nightmare Prince, son of Pitch Black.

Despite the frigid weather, sweat dropped down his pale grayish skin shining in the moonlight.

I have been trapped on this blasted continent for over eight hundred years. Banished by the Guardians of Childhood.

He let out a grunt as he struggled to free his left hand.

It's funny to think I had once been one of them. That I once had been part of that so called "family". Not like I had ever cared that much. I don't even remember what I felt towards them.

He used his right arm and left leg to pull against the strength of the bond letting out grunts of pain and clenched his teeth even harder as the cracks slowly expanded over the white enchanted moon stone.

They only wanted me for power. The fearlings helped me realize that. As soon as I had joined the other side, they battled me and Father. Father had been defeated again. Soon after, so was I.

He let out a yell of pain when he heard a sickening crack from his wrist. He stopped for just a moment to take a breath and to let the pain stop for just a second.

It was my own fault. I had been reckless. To sure of myself. I didn't think things through. I thought if I could use my old self against them, they would be scarred and have a harder time fighting me. For a moment, it worked. But then the blasted Sandman had snuck up behind me and knocked me out. That was the most mortifying moment of my life.

He panted, took deep breaths, and bit back screams of pain that were begging to come out.

After that, they trapped me in Antartica.

He was getting more frustrated and angry for every second that he was being held by the stupid bonds. Taking a deep breath, he braced himself for a powerful push.

And then they said they still love me.

With a yell he pushed his left hand harder and more violently then he ever had and a piece of the bond finally broke off.

I HATE THEM

With a scream of pain, he violently pushed his left hand one last time and the bond broke, freeing his hand.

THEY FIGHT ME, THEY EMBARRASS ME, AND THEY HAVE THE GUTS TO SAY THEY CARE.

He breathed heavily, sweat pouring down his face as clutched his left hand to his chest, wincing when he moved.

I won't make that mistake again. I won't be so careless next time.

His looked at his right foot. The only limb still trapped in a bond. Looking around, his eye caught a nearby piece of dead enchanted moon stone. Slowly reaching over and kicking it closer with his left leg, Ice grabbed it, took a breath, and started pounding the last bond, more cracks appearing with every hit.

I will defeat the Guardians one and for all.

With a yell and final hard hit, a piece of the bond broke off, leaving a gap big enough for Ice to slip his foot out. He panted heavily from his efforts, still clutching his left hand close to his chest.

It may take a while.

Even though he was sweaty, injured, exhausted, and weak, his eyes were as clear as day, shining with evilness and darkness.

But when the time comes, the Guardians will lose.

Letting out a small grunt, the teen stood straight.

And the world will cease of Hope, Wonder, Dreams, good Memories, and Fun.

Ice let his eyes wander to the light of the moon, which still had a faint glow despite being covered up by clouds. Slowly, a grin spread across his face, revealing his sharp, pearly white teeth.

So Man in Moon, feel free to warn the Guardians that I'm free.

Slowly but steady, he walked off into the darkness, still holding his hand to his chest as he melted in with the shadows.

They won't find me until it's time.

Before dissolving completely into the darkness, the teen let out a maniacal laughter. The laugher seemed to go on until there was no trace left of him except a pair of two blue eyes, reflecting off the moonlight. And a few seconds later, they too melted into the darkness.

I'll be ready when that day comes.

Will your Guardians?

Hope you like! Until next time Flowers!