Chapter 2 - Refused“I’m a true believer in karma. You get what you give, whether its bad or good”
-Sandra Bullock Ex-prince Vastius sat against the wall of the castle, his head in his hands, crying. He was alone, hungry, and deeply shaken. He was so mad at his father, the King, for throwing him out. What had he done to deserve this? It was all that dumb Blacksmith’s fault! Eventually, Vastius ran out of tears to cry. He laid his head against the cold stone wall of his father's castle. As he sat, his stomach began to grumble, and pangs of hunger ran through Vastius. “I must have something to eat,” Vastius said to no one in particular. Vastius stood up and looked around. He had been on this street earlier in the day, and it had been crowded. Now, hardly anybody was on the street. Vastius started down the street, looking for someone with food. Soon, he could smell the delicious scent of freshly baked bread. He followed the sweet smell to a small house halfway down the street. The home was simple, made of stacked stone bricks and a thatch roof. Vastius knocked on the simple wooden door. It opened and an elderly woman opened the door. “Can I help you?” the woman asked. “Yes, you can,” Vastius said. “I simply must have some of that delicious smelling bread you are making.” “Are you hungry you poor boy? Here, let me get you some.” the woman said as she turned back into the house. As she left the doorway, Vastius could see into the room. There, sitting in a chair, was the Beggar Vastius had met earlier in the day. The Beggar instantly recognized Vastius. He stood up and walked over to the elderly woman. “Ma’am, if I may, I must tell you something.” the Beggar said. “What is it dearie?” the woman asked. “You should not give that man any food.” the Beggar said. “Why? Should I not help those in need?” the woman said. “That man has no need. He is Prince Vastius, the Kings spoiled son. He has not a need in the world that is not taken care of.” the Beggar said. The elderly woman furrowed her brow as she considered this information. She turned back to the door and walked up to Vastius. “I am sorry, but I don’t have enough food for you.” the woman said to Vastius. “What do you mean you don’t have any food for me?” Vastius said. “I can see the loaf of bread right there behind you! And I see you, Beggar! What lies have you told this woman?” The Beggar walked up to the door. “I told her no lies, only the truth. That you are a selfish, narcissistic, and spoiled little brat.” the Beggar said. “Lies!” Vastius exclaimed. “I am so hungry, you must give me food!” “If you are going to act like this, you can leave.” the woman said. “Goodbye.” The elderly woman slammed the door shut in Vastius’s face. “You will pay for this!” Vastius cried. “You will all pay for this! Now somebody give me some food!” People emerged from their homes, curious at what was causing all the ruckus. Vastius began to yell at them, telling the people to get him food. One by one, the people recognized him for doing one thing or another to them. The children who's ball he’d thrown on the roof told their parents not to give him anything. The Blacksmith and his apprentice turned away and told their neighbors to leave him alone. Eventually, no one was left, leaving Vastius alone once more in the streets. Vastius threw himself to the ground and started to wail and cry out. He rolled around in the street, begging for food. In the distance, there was a loud thunderclap and a flash of light. The dark clouds lit up with lightning. Water began to pour down on the town surrounding the castle. The rain drenched Vastius, and the dirt road turned to mud beneath him. Once again, Vastius was left alone. Vastius wallowed in self-pity as he lay in the street. He crawled over to a nearby overhang, trying to get out of the cold rain. The Ex-prince slumped against the side of a building. Tired and hungry, he began to shiver from the cold. He began to cry for the second time that day, mad at the world for shutting him out. Why did people have to be so cruel? What had he ever done to them? Vastius fell asleep wondering what was wrong with all the other people of the world.
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