1 May 2012
At length, I happened upon a downy clearing amidst the twilight forest where I paused to catch my breath. Bird songs and cricket melodies filled my ears. The wild air washed over me and whipped about my now tattered ball gown. The twilight began to fade further into darkness. I shivered. For the first time since I escaped the castle, I suddenly felt alone and frightened. It was then that I heard the clear, easeful sound of an ocarina playing a strange folk tune I had never before in slow, melancholy notes. Startled, I looked about frantically for it's source, fearing a night stalker, when I saw a raven haired boy sitting restfully on a low lying branch with the ocarina at his lips.
The Princess and the Pauper: 1 • Opuss № I