"Onward!" The princess cried out to her crew as their horses trotted down the dirt path through the forest. It was getting dark and they still hadn't found the lost young prince. He had run off after breaking his kite and his mother scolding him for it. So his older sister, Princess Diana, was in charge of his search party.
But the Prince was no where to be found. They had been looking for two days now and yet no sign. He wasn't at his favorite hiding places nor the village or the dwarven mines.
Everyone was fearing the worse, except for Diana. She knew her brother was alive, she had a feeling.
"M'lady," said one of the search party members, "Night is falling and the Prince is no where to be found, perhaps we should return homeward?"
Diana stared off into the thick trees, silence fell over the group. Their was a faint hum carried by the wind. It was soft and angelic, like a choir boy.
"That must be Eric!" Diana cried with joy as she hit the reigns against her horse which caused it to jolt with a neigh. As quickly as the hum came, it left as Diana took off in the distance.
"Princess!" The group called as they all followed after, but it was no use, it seemed she was too far to catch up to.
"Shall we go onward?" A group member said.
"Onward," Another spoke in a stern, clear voice.
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