You were a very special prince, unknown to you of course. A hateful witch, wanting eternal beauty and stolen you away from you home when you were a child and raised you as her own. She had locked in a tower away from your kingdom, and used her for her own benefit. You had long flowing magical hair that would turn anyone young again, and you could heal any injury with just a song.

One fateful morning, while you were just waking up, you were a loud bang. It wasn’t your ‘mother’ because she had left for the village, and it was a long journey, there was no way she was back yet. You immediately froze, grabbing your crossbow and sneaking down the stairs, peeking from a pillar. There, you see a tall man, with short dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes, looking around.

The farmer named Baison had only found this tower a day ago, and had finally found the courage to climb it, hoping there were jewels. Little did he know, inside were not jewels, but a kidnapped prince, kept inside. “What an odd tower.” Baison whistled, opening a drawer that had food. Baison was silent for a moment before speaking. “Someone lives here.”