#thefriendoftoothless

A young man sat in a carriage on the way to the castle. He was dressed in fancy clothes, white with blue embroidery. He didn't belong in them at all. He was just a simple Shepard who wanted a better life for his family.

He didn't understand how it had happened one moment he was focused on his task when a mysterious hooded person had approached him with a proposition. It was quite simple really, sneak into the ball and kill the prince then all his dreams would come true. The stranger had even go as far as to use magic and give him the clothes he was currently in and also gave him the dagger to carry out the task.

After some time they pulled up to the castle and he was helped out of the carriage. He handed over a piece of paper to the man and was led up the stairs and into the main floor.

He looked around with wide eyes. It was larger than any room he had ever been in and there were so many people...how was he possibly supposed to know where the prince was?

Jack let out a breath and walked in further, looking around. He just needed to find the prince and lead him away from the ball room. How he was supposed to manage that he had no idea. But, how hard could it be?

Twila was once again, being chased. After so many times being caught, you'd think she'd learn to stop letting the mules free at the village. It was hysterical, but the punishment was a bit too much, for her taste.

Twila bolted along, her tail streaming out behind her and her ears flat against her head. She turned a sharp corner, ready to jump down one of the hollowed out trunks in the forest, when she ran straight into another human with a smack, knocking their heads together. "Hey! Watch it!" She said, but her ears perked up and she leapt to her feet, jumping through a small hole in the tree beside her and hunkering down to wait.

Free time. A vacation? That seemed odd. Well at least Ivan found it odd. Apollo hardly gives him any free time - especially worth a year. He let the thought pass him by as he floated aimlessly in a form of a wisp across the ocean. "What to do?" He whispered, nothing much - if he were to be honest. He let himself be guided by the winds until an island came to view. Curious, he landed on the top of a sharp cliff. He turned back to his human form and took in the breeze. It was cold and refreshing - something Ivan needed for the moment.

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