IV: Planning the Escape

The rain poured outside of the prison.

The prince stared out his window as he planned his escape.

The rain and the iron fence kept everyone in.

A promise was a promise.

He had to return to his mother.

No one had ever escape prison and lived.

That did little to detour him.

“You can’t do it, you know.”

“I have to try.”

“Good luck with that, pal.”

“I made a promise to someone.”

“Some girlfriend?”

“No.”

“Your mother?”

“Yes.”

“I pity her.”

“Don’t be, because I have to make it back.”

“And how do you plan to do that?”

“I am working on that.”

The prince spent all night and the morning planning

His escape.

The other prisoners saw it as hopeless.

It still stunned them that he wouldn’t give up.

Who was this man?

Did he know that he was sentenced to die?

What was the point of him doing this?

“You’re wasting your time.”

“You’re going to be dead.”

“There is no escaping from here.”

The prince didn’t listen.

In fact, their negativity became his motivation.

He worked through each possible exit.

Some he found through the impossible.

On the day before his execution,

The other prisoners came to his aid.

They started giving him advice.

Not bad advice either.

They seemed dead serious about helping him.

At first, the prince didn’t get it.

“I thought you said I couldn’t do it.”

“I think you might be able to do it.”

“Be a hero for us.”

The prince smiled and resumed his plans.

He and prisoners worked through the last night.

The guards knew what they were during, but they didn’t do anything

To stop it.

They thought it was impossible, but it was sure entertaining to watch.

Will this plan work or fail?

The answer would be revealed come morning of the execution.