✗ Seven

  The image of the eyes of the prince left Natassia without sleep. What a person like him would be doing those chains? For what reason he could not get out? How could he survive without eating or drinking? And the most important of questions: how he was still alive after a blow like that? 

   The night seemed to drag for her, which was prohibited by the boy himself back there. Other people also realize that there was something wrong with him, would not see? Anyway, he would eventually be killed again because anyone notice that the guy was not dead. This made percorresse a shiver down her spine, but what could she do? I knew no one and did not even know the whole town, so he had left only was secrecy and obey the instructions of the noble prince. 

   The streets were dark and silent, as they should be, however, she saw the light of a torch in the corner. No, it was not just a torch ... They were countless torches, which produced the shadows of several city residents. Some guards were in front, and two of them were carrying a person of stature secured with chains. By lighting the fire offered, looked dark currents. 

   Natassia's heart sped up at the same instant. The only person she knew who was trapped in dark current was the prince, but she was not sure who it was, because there was not any light around the face of that person. The girl went into the night toward the crowd, but was cautious and managed to get close enough to try to see his face. Because she was hidden in the shadows, no one could see her, but she could see the face of all where he was, because the moonlight enabled him to follow everything. 

   The first two guards went by, carrying torches to light the way ahead, followed by other guards who carried the prisoner. The moment came under the moonlight, the prisoner turned his head toward her and Natassia could see a pair of turquoise eyes focused on her. Could he see her? The girl was still in doubt, but when she realized that the guards were struggling to keep him there, doubts dissipated. He was really getting to see her location in the shadows, then the others could also see, right? 

   Was not what it seemed. As much as the guards looked him in the same direction, they seemed not to see, as they passed by her eyes, but apparently could not see her. Tired of trying to search for a person that they could not see, they abruptly pulled the chain that held prínicpe by his neck and continued walking. Natassia remained in the shadows, hidden and waiting to see where they were going. 

   Three men, who seemed to be royal guards, held the prince and put him in that same stage where he had been killed first. A man of about forty-five years was there with a sword in his hands and with impressive clothes. Certainly was the king, the father of the boy, whose look was scornful. The crowd that followed the guards were gathered around the stage, but neither the king nor the prince seemed to care who was assitindo or not. Natassia felt her heart speed up more and more every time she looked at the sword of the king as the guards put the prince kneeling on the floor. 

- You mean you're still with us. 

- If I were not you would not have to lose your hours of real sleep to come here. 

   The king frowned and one of the guards gave a sort of whip to it. 

- You still cheeky, is not it? - King struck a blow to whip the boy's face, causing a wound - You do not have authority to speak with your father and your king in this way. 

- From the time I was tried and convicted no longer have a king and who claim to be my father is dead to me. All those who have made up for this decline are dead in my mind. 

- I'm sick of hearing his blasphemies. I will grant you a chance to live among us, so I'll run the same sentence to which you were subjected. 

- If you think you will be able to place an order on you even started, you are mistaken. I became what I am now because of you. 

   She could hear whispers coming from the crowd and furtive glances cast in the direction of the king. 

- I will not allow that your tongue keep active to talk nonsenses. 

   Natassia saw the king raising his sword, and the prince with his head bowed. She knew he was not there for her, but the girl still felt obliged to help you, without even knowing the reason of it all. She took a deep breath and stepped out of the shadows at full speed, so that no guard could see it or stop it. The king was already with sword raised and the blow was about to be applied. Natassia needed to be quick. 

   The sound of the blade cutting the air had no effect on the prince, who would not even look up high to avoid feeling nauseous when looking at the face of the man who should have support for it. The blade was already whizzing by his head, but he felt the anguish of having a perforated portion of the body. He opened his eyes and dared to look up when he felt something warm on his face. 

- Who let this woman invaded the stage? 

   The sword of the king as the face of the prince, were soiled by the blood of Natassia, who was kneeling on the floor not feeling excruciating pain and prevented her from breathing. 

- Why did not you stay hidden? I told you to keep away from me, did not I? 

- Yes, but I could not. I simply could not see the same scene twice and be silent, doing absolutely nothing. 

- And you know who helped you? - The king's voice sounded like thunder. 

   Natassia looked at him with a faint smile. 

- Until now I did not know, but I just found out. 

- And you think what you did was right? 

- I'm sure of it. - She looked at the prince - I'm just like you. Do not hesitate to ask what your senses. You can be free from these chains. 

   He knew he could, but so far had received no support and also had not known someone who went through the same problems as him and see that this person was dead let him down. 

- A threat has been eliminated. Now we need you. 

   The prince stood and Natassia's blood ran through his lips, causing him to have the strength to break the chains that bound black-in to the king and all the inhabitants of that kingdom. 

   The guards could not contain it and the viewers were frightened by the power of the prince, who until now was just a weak with a sharp tongue. The king was with the sword in hand, prepared to defend, since the guards were unconscious. 

   The boy's father lunged, knocking him no ground. 

- Axel, my son, you would not be able to kill me, would it? 

- Were you about to do this to me, was not it? So now it's my turn. 

- You can do it, but the mark of current through your body will condemn you forever. You can never escape. 

   The blood ran across the stage and the prince disappeared, taking with him the body that had saved his life.