❖ Had it not been so quiet on the street she would have neither noticed it nor intervened. As it was, the shouting was irritating and distracting her from her thoughts (which she may or may not have considered to be of utmost priority.)

“Is there a problem?” Her footsteps were soft and self-assured, dark eyes narrowed at the store-owner who deemed it appropriate to be pointing at what appeared to be a young boy - teenager at most, if she had to guess, accusing him of one crime or another.

Strangers’ business had always been Satya’s business in one form or another - it would come around to bite her eventually.

               Black boots pounded against the desert sand. Befuddled and bustling people backed away from the dashing prince. Eric kept on running his brisk pace, knowing that he couldn't afford to slow down. If he did, those band of thieves would surly have him for dead. Or they might catch up to him and bargain him off for an abundant amount of gold. He tired his hardest to not think about the negatives about this chase.

                Eric had no idea that when he docked to the Arabian port and entered the kingdom of Agrabah, that he would be the cause of this whirlwind chase. He was just passing along through the packed marketplace, when muggers randomly and violently ambushed the unsuspecting prince and dragged him to an abandoned alley way. Eric, with all of his might, tried to fight free from their grasp as the men patted down his clothes to search for valuable goods. Eric was dressed in his normal V- neck, billowy white shirt and tight navy pants. Nothing that screamed out that he was a prince. However, the ruffians continued their search.

               One of the ragged men came across his polished flute, tucked in his red cummerbund. Eric struggled against the men's hold as the man who found the flute, gingerly observed it in his grubby hands. With all of the pressure  being exerted in his torso, he noticed that this bunch weren't too bright. The men seemed to forgotten to restrain his legs. In a knick of time, Eric kicked and flailed his legs, impacting a few of the thieves. A majority that were holding him down, left their stance to aide the fallen. As soon as they were off, Eric leapt to his feet and darted away.

               Now, here he was. Running for his life in the Arabian marketplace.   He was supposed to cordially meet Agrabah's royal family. If he could just get these muggers off his tail, then he'll be scot free. In his mind, he formulated a strategical plan to get away from this bunch. Eric spotted a latter in another abandoned alley way. He promptly climbed up the latter, not even daring to glance down to see if they were catching up to him. 

               He didn't keep track of how many latter he had to climb before getting to the top of the roof, but once he did he did not hear the sound of cries and shouts from the thieves. Eric sighed with relief, finally able to catch his breath. Inferring that the room was empty, Eric stepped in cautiously. His eyes wandered through out the dark filled room. Unaware of his surroundings, his head collided with a wooden plank hanging from the roof.