<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/Decorated%20images/BlueHairedAnimeBoywithWhiteStaff.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Prince Siharus or Siha for short<br/><br/>The night before....<br/><br/>Siharus was protecting the fairy kingdom. He was the only one left alive to fight the demon spawn that were trying to intrude upon the fairy realm. The rain began coming down harder all around him. His wings flicking as he screamed in pain when the lightning bolts rushed through various places in them. His arm is hit with a fairly big rock and it popped out of his socket. One armedly he continues to fight. Taking down the leader with a firebolt shot from his blade. His rapier slashing through the other two while the one in back rushes away. A boom of thunder made him jerk.<br/><br/>His one wing flopping a bit yet he keeps flying. He needed to find safety. Plus a place to heal and rest. Flying though his eyes were blinded from the pain he was feeling. He flew through the veil without even realizing it. He flew faster and harder. Crying out in pain with each movement of his wings. The broken one made it so he couldn't see through pain. He didn't even know he'd flown through the veil. He flew and ran into trees and then with a scream of pain and a gust of wind...he rammed into a window sill. The rain still dropping down around him. Landing on the two inch sill. His one wing limp and the other occasionally twitching. His purple royal tunic with gold hem drenched and sticking to his skin.<br/><br/>The next morning....<br/><br/>The next morning brought sunlight which dried most of his clothing. The sunlight shining down on the young prince but he was still dead to the world. His mind blank but the fleeting peace from the events last night would go away once the major pain receded. He didn't yet know he had broken a rule. He, as prince, would get hell but at the same time get slack cut. His clothing reflected off the water on the siding. His blue hair still very damp and lifeless. He felt himself lifted up as the fog on his mind began to drift away. He felt movement and began to stir. His eyes slowly fluttering open as he came to. Looking around at the ceiling and the room without moving.<br/><br/>His eyes widen in shock and horror. He was not in the fairy realm. He was willing to be he was in human realm.<span style="font-style: italic">Bad! Bad! This was not good!</span>He sits up with a cry of pain. His broken wing hanging limply. Black smokey look on the outer edges of where the lightning bolts had gone through the wings. He hissed in pain and looked around.<span style="font-style: italic">CRAP! Even worse!</span>He thinks to himself as he sees the human woman looking at him.<span style="font-style: italic">Great two rules at one time. He could only hope she wouldn't tell anyone. Though...if he was in Ireland he might have good luck with that.</span>Noting her clothing he relaxed seeing he was in Ireland. Looking at her. "Who are you?" He says. Breaking the silence.<span style="font-style: italic">What the hell was wrong with him?! Well no matter. He couldn't get into more trouble than he would already be in...right?</span>He blinks a bit.<span style="font-style: italic">Why am I in this condition? I remember a fight but not against what. It must be how I ended up out here.</span>He looked at her. "Do you have something sweet to drink?" he asks.