Why Always Black and White?

((ATTENTION! This story and it\'s characters are the product of my own imagination. If they bear any resemblance to yours I am sorry.))

Sorry that my description isn\'t very informative. I can\'t really explain my thoughts very well but I know if you just read you will understand.
Happy reading!

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Wind rustled through trees and birds chirped happily as the sun slowly rose up in the horizon. Golden rays spilled out onto the meadows and hills banishing the night and shadows that had once been there. Daybreak was Grey\'s favorite thing in the whole world. He would wake up twenty minutes before dawn just so he could watch the sun rise and the tranquility of night and day in their struggle to possess the sky. Grey stretched his arms up over his head and arched his back, trying to get the kinks out from sitting there for so long. As he stood his ragged pants, wet with the morning dew, clung to his thin legs. It was obvious the Grey was undernourished. His ribcage showed through his pale skin as his tattered shirt rode up. Shaking his head, Grey\'s long, pale, white hair came loose from the tie he held it in. Sighing lightly he began to comb his fingers through his dirty locks and tried to smooth it out enough to retie it. Finally giving up he began to braid it so that he could just tie it and be done with it. After finishing the braid he quickly tied the end and ran back toward the castle where he worked. He snuck past the guard and into the stable to lay in one of the empty stalls, pretending to be asleep. Grey\'s master, Lord Demos, came bursting into the stables hollering for Grey to awaken.

\"Get up you lazy slug!\" Lord Demos shouted to the young boy. \"You\'re seventeen you don\'t need to sleep so long into the day!\"

Grey looked up, pretending to be sleepy, and stared at his master. \"I\'m awake Master, forgive me for sleeping so long,\" he said as politely as he could. Grey hated his master. He was the worst slave owner in the history of slave owners, at least to everyone at the manor who was owned by him. He was a short, fat, hairy man who loved to torture his slaves for anything he thought they were doing wrong. One young slave was sentenced to death for simply not putting a garnish on Lord Demos\' dinner plate. The only reason Grey and a few of the other slaves weren\'t yet sentenced to death or disfigurement was because Lord Demos liked young boys to share his bed at night. He didn\'t want to hurt his precious bed slaves if he could prevent it. Grey was one of his particular favorites, and Grey hated it.

For as long as he could remember Grey had been a slave. He knew that at one point in his life, he was not a slave but had parents, a family, a home. He remembered a garden where he played endlessly during the day and a warm, gentle, loving voice calling him inside for dinner. He assumed the voice to be his father since he had no other way to tie the voice to his memories. But these memories only surfaced in his dreams, which was why he loved to sleep so much and so long…much to the dismay of his master Demos. Grey had, as of late, been wondering what it would be like to be free and find the place in his dreams that he so vividly remembered. But Grey always managed to talk himself out of running away. Where would he go? How would he afford a place to hide out while Demos hunted him down? These questions are what made him think twice before ripping off his collar and running for the horizon. As Grey rose up he grabbed one of the finer saddles and began to walk toward Lord Demos\' favorite stallion. He saddled up the horse and brought him out for Demos to mount.

\"Excuse me Master,\" Grey began. \"But why is everyone so busy in the manor today? Is there someone special arriving?\"

Demos glared at Grey but soon he smirked at his chance to brag. \"Why yes my simple Grey,\" Demos replied. \"His Highness is coming for a visit today to discuss some…\'career opportunities\' for me and some of my knights. So I expect you to be on your best behavior, seeing as how you will be his escort in my manor.\"

Grey\'s head snapped up to look at Demos. \"What Master?! Are you serious?\"

Demos nodded. \"You are my best slave so you will be waiting on His Highness. I expect you to tell him everything you love about me. Especially my intelligence and bravery.\"

Grey nodded. He remembered meeting the king once, when he was first to be sold as a slave in this country. He especially remembered the Prince, who was a very handsome young man back then. Before Grey\'s parents died and he was sold, sent off to study how to please a Master, Grey was once the Prince\'s best friend. They were always with each other. The Prince even made a solemn swear that when he was old enough he would buy Grey\'s freedom so that they could be friends forever without anyone looking down at them. Suddenly Grey smiled.

\"Master, will the Prince be attending with his father?\" Grey asked politely, trying desperately to sound sweet. \"Since he is being readied for his coronation next month?\"

\"Yes…\" Demos replied slowly. \"Why?\"

\"No reason Master, I just wanted to know how many rooms to have ready.\" Anyone who really knew Grey could see the conniving smirk beneath that polite smile. Whatever he was thinking, it was going to be wicked and probably devastating to his master.

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Prologue done! Sorry it is so short but I had to end it somewhere or it would have turned into a ten page chapter. Hope you all liked it. Please R&R.
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