Thinking over how the last 24 hours had passed for him, Nero almost couldn't believe it. But staring into the mouth of a crazed, angry bear pretty much solidified his disbelief. He did just lose his home and kingdom over the course of one night. He did see his father fall at the hands of the King of Jedier. And he did abandon his mother and sister while escaping into the enchanted forest. Nero wondered if it would be better if the bear did tear him to pieces right then and there, but that brief moment of depression quickly disappeared when the young prince of Paoind grabbed a nearby stick and swung it at his attacker, scratching the bear's eyes. The bear reeled back and roared, allowing the red-haired 17 year old to scramble back to his feet and make a run for it.
As he dashed out of there, Nero felt a bit of pride swell inside himself. He was able to defend himself without the help of his guards. Being in a fight (if you could call it that) was... invigorating. That refreshing feeling quickly dissipated when he felt his foot get caught under a tree root. Before he knew it, he was falling forward and tumbling down the side of a hill, his clothes getting dirtier as he rolled over dirt, twigs and leaves. Nero kept his mouth shut to make sure nothing got into it and soon slowed to a stop at the edge of a hill. Groaning as he sat up, he wondered just how dirty he looked before checking his foot. It didn't seem twisted, so he would still be able to walk. But before he could get up, a roar rang above him and the prince spun around to see the same bear, now bleeding from the face, stampeding down the hill towards him. This time, however, he had no idea what to do.