• On a cloudless night, the air seems to be full of anxiey and tension. In the kingdom of Dreamour, the council has gathered in the Dreamour castle.

    King Fray rubs his face tiredly as he sit in the throne at the head of the council table. "Can't this wait until morning?" he asks.

    A man stands from his seat and says, "I'm afraid not, your majesty. It's of the utmost importance that this be explained now."

    King Fray looks up. "What be explained?" The man looks around wearily and then motions for another man to stand and explain. King Fray turned his attention to this new man and asks, "Well? Make this quick."

    The man nodded and said, "My name is Drewmore, sire. I'm one of the main heads of the council." He was silent for a moment, seeming to make sure that everyone heard that. King Fray made a mental note that most of these men were very fond of their titles and that he should act more superior to them. Most likley to mess with them.

    Every one knew that King Fray was a young hearted man who loved to be spontanuous and athletic. He had a daughter that meant the world to him. She was fifteen. Tall, gracefull, and beautiful. With golden hair, fair lips, and a thin waist, she was an ideal princess.

    "Well Drewmore. Let's hear this. I want to go back to bed." Drewmore nodded and continued. "Well, sire. We've gained knowledge that your daughter is..."

    King Fray leaned foward. "What's wrong with Amabelle? Did something happen to her?" The council stirred uncomfortably, knowing that the King would definatley spare them from their heads if something terrible had befallen his daughter.

    Drewmore made a calming gesture and shook his head. "She's fine, majesty. It's just that we have discovered that your daughter, that Amabelle, is the last and only Faerie."

    King Fray was silent. He slumped back in his chair and rubbed his chin. He sighed and rested his head in his hand. "How do you know this?" he asked quietly.

    Drewmore dipped his head and said, "Amabelle's ladies in waiting were dressing her one day to discover the strange marks on her back. They consulted the magicians and the magicians concluded that the marks were indeed Faerie symbols that would show her wings in some time. They said that the marks proove what she is and that they will indeed continue to mark the rest of her body."

    King Fray shook his head and remained silent. He could feel the tension in the room. "Sire," the first man said, breaking the silence. "We must send Amabelle to saftey. If the Darks were to discover-"

    "I know! Don't mention what would happen. I know what would happen." King Fray snapped. The council memebers jumped at the edge of his voice and the man remained silent. "I know that we need to keep Amabelle safe." he said in a much softer tone. "We must send her to Garson until she can successfully hold the Clear Orb and talk to the Willoe."

    Drewmore nodded and said, "We've arranged her escape already, sire. We knew that there would be no choice."

    King Fray nodded, still saddened at the thought of sending his daughter away. She was precious to him and made him feel as young as he usually did. Amabelle was special to him as to the kingdom. When he told them of her departure they too would be saddened.

    "Alright. When do you propose she leaves?" King Fray asked the council. Drewmore looked around uneasily and then said, "Sire, she's already gone. She left earlier this night."

    King Fray's head snapped up as he glared at Drewmore. "What? You've already sent her away? Without telling me before hand?" King Fray stood up angrily, striding over to Drewmore. He leaned close so that only Drewmore could hear him.

    "Listen good, Drewmore. You are hearby banned from the council and are to leave the castle within the hour. I will save you the humiliiation of the rest of the council but when they ask of your wherabouts then you'll have to explain to them that you sent the King's daughter away without his consent or his goodbyes."

    King Fray gave him one more venomnous look before stalking out of the council chamber and downt the hall. He stopped as he passed Amabelle's room. Empty and dark. King Fray could feel tears stinging his eyes but he waited until he was in his quarters before crying about his daughter's missing presence.