The Coronation of Prince Faewrin Song had arrived. The whole kingdom celebrated as this day marked a new beginning for Eralinia. However, for Faewrin, it marked a day of confinement. A day that bound him to a life that was much stricter than his already suffocating one. The night had passed. Maybe it was the alcohol from the celebration or the overwhelming stress of it all, but the moment Faewrin stepped into his quarters the decision was made. He was leaving. Running away. For good.

He packed a satchel with all the things he'd need. Food, water, a map, medical supplies, and extra clothes. He brought a single book to read on his wandering journey, hoping to exchange it for another one in the next town once he finished it. He sheathed his sword and began scaling down the castle. He snuck out of the kingdoms walls. If he could manage to stay out of the sight of the royal guards who would most likely be searching for him, he would be free.

He made his way into the surrounding forest, hoping that the map would be accurate. A few hours of walking through the forest and he stumbled upon an enchanted oasis in the forest. A small, clear, nearly glowing lake surrounded by the rest of the forest. He removed his socks and shoes, and let his calves soak in the cool water. It was just then that he heard a rustle in the bushes. He jumped to his feet, and drew his sword.

"Who goes there? Show yourself to me."