Prologue

There is a boat on a wide crisp beautiful blue sea. A row boat is getting close to the left shore. In the boat, a little boy leans over the edge looking at his reflection.

"Prince," says the other man in the boat "Don't look over the edge, you could fall in."

"But I like to see my reflection," says the Prince "He's my friend. He looks different today though."

Indeed, the young Prince was right. Today, his reflection looked older and wore an open red jacket with a black shirt instead of his red tunic with gold trim and his crown was missing. This was because it was the older, future him looking up at the little Prince not the other way around.

'What is this?' thinks the reflection 'Is that me? It can't be me, I'm me!' The reflection reaches up to touch the Prince, but found he could not, being blocked by the water. The reflection then realizes he is dreaming. It is the only plausible explanation, though he was never one for those kinds of explanations. He admits though, there are no other explanations.

This is a sort of flashback for him. He remembered as a child, he used to say that as he crossed the lake with his protector. He would always say the reflection looked different because of the way the water moved.

"Come here, Reflection," says the Prince reaching down and grabbing the reflection's hand.

"What are you doing, Prince?" asks the man.

"Helping my reflection out of the water," replies the Prince "See I got his hand." To the man's surprise, the young heir does have a hand holding his. It is human, but is made completely of water. Slowly, the Prince pulls out what seems to be a teenage boy made entirely of what. This is the reflection.

The Reflection looks around. He sees each and every tree in the very same spot. Each flower and blade of grass is where he left it; the beautiful castle is still on the left shore waiting his return along with the small town surrounding it. 'Home,' thinks the reflection.

His serenity is soon disturbed.

As he looks at the Prince, fire flies in front of them and the boat bursts into flames. Spurts of fire begin to erupt around the lake, but the reflection cannot see what shape they are making. That is, until a large one appears on the castle. It is the symbol of a neighboring country, a circle encasing a slashing bear paw. Realizing his beloved castle is on fire, he begins to run towards it, only to slip and fall with each step. He tries, to swim, but cannot paddle. A mix of fire and water begins to surround him, encasing him, drowning him.

"Come home!" all the voices of his past cry as he gets his last gulp of air and pulled to the murky deep.

Sweating, Jaden instantly sat up in his bed in shock. He looked around; he was still in his dorm with his friends in their beds fast asleep. He got up and looked in a mirror. Jaden was still Jaden Yuki: brown eyes, Caucasian, black tank top being used as a night shirt and his double shaded dark brown and light brown hair that people compared to fluffy animals like kittens or a kuriboh.

He sighed. Everything was normal. Home was not in trouble. Today he was going to eat lunch outside with his friends from his dorm and the other dorms.

"I'm just home sick," he said "Just home sick." He was still Jaden Yuki, despite who else he was.

End of Prologue…

Kai: I own absolutely nothing!

Jaden: Except the plot! And her e-cookies!

Jesse: MMM. E-cookies, those sound good.

Kai: Yayz! For people appreciating me! See ya!