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"Ikuto, I can't believe you did that!" Amu yelled.

"Amu! Please believe me!" Ikuto begged.

"I didn't tell anyone."

"Then how do they know I'm a mystic?" She gestured to the soldiers outside the window aiming their bows, "When you were the only one who knew?"

Amu and Ikuto had been yelling like this for, at most, five minutes before Amu shut up and walked to the two double doors that were also windows. She pushed them open, stepped out, spread her angel wings, and took off really fast into the sky. However, her speed was no match for the highly trained archers below.

Everything turned into slow motion for Ikuto. The archers let go of their arrows. It was like an eclipse. The arrows propelled up into the sky and blocked the sunlight.

"No! AMU!" Ikuto creamed after her running to the edge of the balcony.

Ikuto shot up in his bed. He was breathing heavily and sweating like none other. He had that same dream every other day for the past week; it was starting to get to him. The maid rush in and clean him up. He does the same thing he has done for the past week. He pushes them out and sits on his balcony and remembers what really happened. That night that always haunted him.

Ikuto had been trying to forget what happened to Amu but it always found a way to come into his mind. Everyday like today he would be getting ready to head to see princesses in the dining hall. However, today he couldn't stop remembering what happened to Amu as he button his shirt. His vision went black and he had to feel for the next button and its corresponding hole. He started to loss feeling in his fingers when he vaguely felt the floor hit his side and his sister's voice calling to him, but all he could murmur was, "Amu." Ikuto felt hand lift him up, place him on the bed, and say good-bye.

Colour started to come to Ikuto's vision, but it wasn't his room he was looking at nor was he lying done.

He was running.

Running fast than he had ran before. He ran past the old tree they called "Father Time" and he jumped over the river. He reached his favourite tree an old weeping willow. He jumped on to the nearest branch and started to climb he got to the third highest branch and stopped.

"Ikuto! Prince Ikuto!" He heard the knights calling, but he liked it here. He could watch the birds fly, sing, and take care of their families like he wished his would do to him. They never paid any attention to him anymore. They only cared about having the next queen ready and he was only eight years old.

"Get her!" He heard some more knights' call, but they weren't looking for him, they were looking for the young girl climbing up this tree. The girl hopped out of the tree when they were gone, but Ikuto was fascinated by her odd hair colour.

He jumped from the top of the tree and landed in front of her. He was shocked at how beautiful she was at such a young age.

"Hi." He said.

"What do you want?" She asked rudely taking in his prince-like clothing.

"What's your name?" He asked and he felt refreshed to hear her be so rude to him.

"I don't want to tell you." The petite girl stammered.

"Then I'll call you Angel." Ikuto told her.

"What?" She exclaimed and looked at him frightened.

"Is there something wrong with that name?" Ikuto asked confused.

"Don't you know who I am?" The girl asked.

"Nope." Ikuto answered.

"You don't." She echoed.

Ikuto stared at her. She was smaller than him, but she had pink hair and golden eyes. She looked familiar, but he didn't know why.

"You're pretty." He blurted out. They both blushed at his out burst.

"Ikuto! Prince Ikuto!" Someone called from the distance, but he heard them getting closer.

"You're the prince and you don't know who I am?" She was shocked and her golden eyes widened.

"My parents never talk to me." Ikuto confessed. "Hurry and hide in the tree."

The girl climbed into the tree and was out of sight as the knights came barreling into the path.

"Ikuto, have you seen the refugee named Amu Hinamori." They asked him.

"What do they look like?" Ikuto asked.

"She at pink hair and golden eyes." They told him and Ikuto heard Amu's breath hitch.

Ikuto looked up into the tree. Amu looked at him and pleaded that he didn't tell them. He remembered seeing her picture at the market.

"Prince Ikuto?" The Knight asked, "What are you looking at?"

"A bird that is new to this tree and it's very pretty." Ikuto answered. He watched Amu blush because somehow she just knew he was talking about her.

"Can you answer the other question?" Another Knight asked.

"No I haven't seen her." Ikuto spoke with as much authority as an eight year old could have.

"Well, anyway you have to get back to the palace my prince." They led him away from his favourite tree.

"Thank you." Amu whispered and the wind carried the sentence to the prince's ears. He turned towards the tree and smiled.

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