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Prince Eric

"I fight this war for Friendship, for Partnership, and for Love... That is why I fight"

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a character in “Rewritten”, as played by BAWADABOO

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"It was the most beautiful voice I'd ever heard."



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Name:
Prince Eric of Meridia

Nickname:
Prince Eric
Your Highness

Age:
20

Sexuality:
Straight

Story:
The Little Mermaid

Character:
Prince Eric



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Likes:
  • The Sea
  • Ariel
  • Swimming
  • Dogs
  • Sailing
  • Fishing
  • Playing the Flute
  • Wind
  • Clouds

Dislikes:
  • Ursula
  • Fire
  • Lies
  • Trickery
  • Elitism
  • Cincism

Strengths:
Prince Eric is a master sailor. He has been known to have the ability to steer the feeblest ship through the mightiest of storms and come out unscathed. He is easily the strongest sailor in his kingdom's fleet. He has studied the art of sailing since he was a boy, and through his travels, has seen much of the seas surrounding his kingdom. No one knows them better.

Due to his entire life being spent in and around water, Eric is a great swimmer. He can hold his breath for an exceptionally long time. He is a very fast swimmer, not on Ariel's level of course, but he doesn't have fins. Though some may think he does with the speed of his swim. He is quite the polar bear as well, and is functional in freezing cold waters, and even at quite intense depths.

As a prince, Eric was given the best of schooling. He is fluent many languages that are used most commonly throughout the land. He has a high-working knowledge of Math, Geography, Physics, Topography, Science, Meteorology, and Astronomy. He was also given combat training. He is practiced in the art of swordplay, fencing, and hand-to-hand combat, though swordplay is his most exceptional field.


Weaknesses:
Eric's biggest weakness is that he is quite gullible. He is very trusting and this allows people to pull the wool over his eyes often. He is easy to trick if you are able to distract him. Another major weakness of his is his loyalty. He will sacrifice himself to save just about anyone. This selflessness puts him in danger he doesn't belong in, and makes it easy to deter him from attack with the use of a hostage. He falls for people easily. He makes friends, forges alliances, and becomes infatuated with extreme ease. This is such a problem that he is often accompanied by an adviser overseeing his relationships to make sure everything is on the up and up. Eric sees the good in everyone, even if there is none there.

Eric is also known to let his emotions rule him. He wears his emotions on his sleeve and is often unable to control himself when he decides something needs to be done.

Fears:
Of all things, Eric fears heights most of all. He will gladly climb into a crows nest, or onto a mast as long as he knows there is an ocean underneath him, but he cannot stand heights on land. Mountains, towers, and cliffs will paralyze him. Other than that he fears losing loved ones. He forges relationships so easily and so deeply that losing one is very painful. He also has a constant fear of shipwreck, but that only exists to fuel his desire to sail. Without the thrill there is really no reason to go out.

Memory:
"I remember... the most beautiful voice... singing to me as I awoke. When I finally came to I was on the beach, but there was no woman there who could have been singing.. Where could she have gone?"

Opinion on the War:
"I fully support Sleeping Beauty on this. If not for magic I would have never gotten the chance to be with the love of my life. Magic is an extremely necessary part of life, and I will lead every ship in Beauty's fleet at a charge for the chance to fight for that!"



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Personality:
Eric is a prince in nearly every sense of the word. He is kind in the way a prince should be. He always has time for his people, always going out of his way to make them happy. He did his very best to make sure that every person in his kingdom had a good quality of life, and that no one would starve, or thirst while he was around.

He is very brave. He does not fear danger in any form. This is shown in his sailing. He truly loves the spirit of adventure, so much that is overpowers any fears he may have. He will jump into any situation without regard for his own safety as long as there is someone he cares about to protect.

His charisma is infectious. His charming demeanor and perpetual good attitude just draws people to him. While he dresses down and acts like a scallywag when sailing on his own, with his personal crew, he knows when the time comes to spiff up. When at a party or when leading a battle he wears his full Captain ensemble. Even when not in his best, he exudes confidence, showing people that whether or not he is dressed in a Uniform or in his sailing leathers, he is royal.

He loves unconditionally and completely. To him, every person has good inside them, and he takes it upon himself to bring that out. Though sometimes there is none there, he gets burnt often. He takes every person as a friend, and oftentimes needs an adviser to help him manage his more... complicated relationships. He isn't naive, he just assumes the best in people. But once they do something to endanger his people, or his friends, or anyone he cares about, they have lost him.

Eric's emotions rule him. When he is sad/happy/angry, everybody knows it. He is not a complicated man. He tries his best to keep control of himself, but he doesn't have a coercive inner monologue. He does not act with thought, but with action. This is good, in that he is very good at thinking on his feet. This is bad, in that he is not a planner. Cooler minds often prevail. His adviser Grimsby, and Ariel are the cooler minds that tell him when he is being self-destructive.

Whenever he cannot find clarity he defaults to music to calm himself down and help him think. He is an accomplished flutist, and will dance and sway to his own playing. He also plays during calm seas, and with Ariel when she sings.



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History:
Prince Eric of Atlantia was born to the King and Queen on the way back from a diplomatic journey in the middle of the ocean. Eric was born to the sea. His father taught him sailing, swordplay, and the art of speech, while his Mother taught him class, demeanor, and music. His adviser Grimsby was assigned to him at an early age. He was quite the adventurous young man, so Grimsby was necessary to keep him from killing himself.

His father was very posh and proper. He liked tradition and did not appreciate Eric's ideas on marriage. When Eric was 18 he was betrothed to a beautiful princess from a far kingdom, but Eric would have none of that. Eric would not be told who to love, regardless of what the king thought. He and his father had an argument about this one night and Eric tore away to the seas in the throws of anger. That night a serious storm hit and capsized his small vessel. Eric was knocked unconscious and would have been killed if not for Ariel.

Eric awoke on the beaches of Atlantia to the most beautiful voice. When he finally came to the voice was gone. He spent the next year searching for the voice, speaking with every maiden in Atlantia, but none shared the voice he fantasized about. When a mute Ariel appeared he began to forget about the voice. Maybe this girl would could be his true love.

The spell was broken when Eric and Ariel first kissed. He heard her voice and knew she was the one who saved his life. She was the only one who could possibly be his bride. Once he learned of Ursula and her schemes he had to act. It was time for Ursula to get what was coming to her.

Unfortunately the explosion kept him from that. When he wakes up with no memory of Ariel or the voice that showed him true love, will he be able to deal with it?
Other:
  • Owns a Sheep dog "Max"
  • Is often accompanied by his adviser Grimsby
  • His ships name is " The Wave's Melody"
  • His Ocean side kingdom is called Atlantia
  • He is far more comfortable in the rocking ocean than on dry land. So he often sleeps on his ship, even when docked.

So begins...

Prince Eric's Story

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Once Upon a Time...
It is the morning after the potion explosion. Midsummer, plants and other forms of vegetation are blossoming while the sun shines brightly in the pale-blue sky. However, not all places are beaming brilliantly with sunshine...



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There were the individual sounds of peaceful birds chirping, as well as the vibrant colors of green and deep brown popping into view as Alice opened her eyelids. She was somewhere in a forest, no doubt. A very quiet, dark, foggy forest. Somehow, this didn’t surprise her. Didn’t almost all stories start in the woods? From all the myths, tales and legends she had remembered, everything happened in the forest. Princesses were rescued, dragons were slayed, and magical creatures lurked around every corner. However, Alice wasn’t a princess, or a dragon, or a creature, or a king, or a jester or an animal. She was…merely…someone. Wait, who was she? She dug through the crevices of her mind until she could find a recent memory, but she found nothing. She could not remember her childhood, her friends…not even her parents. Just her name. Why just her name?

Was she mad? Was she dreaming? Frustrated, Alice picked herself up off of the moist bed of pine needles and leaves, and paced back and forth. What was she doing here, alone in the woods? She kept asking questions, but all the answers led back to the same thing: Why couldn’t she remember anything? Perhaps this was all a dream. She needed to wake up. She couldn’t stand any more of this terrifying nightmare. Alice took a few steps back, and then with all her might, she charged towards the direction of the tree in front of her. Instead of opening her eyes again on a bed or wherever she slept in reality, the lean girl’s body hit hard against the bark of the tree. There was sharp, immediate pain that placed itself right outside of her forehead. Alice fell to the ground, paralyzed by shock and stiffness. So maybe she wasn’t dreaming after all…

As she rubbed the palm of her right hand against her forehead to take away the pain, Alice’s curiosity sparked like a small flame. There were three things she knew for sure: her name was Alice, she was NOT dreaming, and she was in a forest. This left for the possibility that her REAL self from the REAL world might have died, and had moved on to some sort of afterlife. However, she knew better than to jump to that conclusion instantaneously. There had to have been a reason why she remembered some stories told to her when she was younger. But had she had ever been younger? With the flood of questions and her forehead still throbbing, Alice was giving herself a headache. Exhausted, she sat on the ground, her one leg crossed over the other. It was then that she got a good look at her outfit. She was wearing a blue knee-length dress, gold-colored boots, and there was something behind her back. She reached her hand backwards to draw forward a softly knitted purple knapsack. She placed it beside her, noticing a shiny bronze sword strapped to her waist by a leather belt. Good; at least wherever she was, she’d be able to defend herself from any danger.

She pulled open her drawstring knapsack, finding a plethora of random items inside. She was particularly hungry at the time, and although she couldn’t find any food, she did spot something else that caught her attention: a tiny navy-colored notebook. The front cover was made of a scaly-leather material, and the words “Alice’s Journal and Field Guide” were plastered in bright-red paint across the center. She opened up the tiny book, discovering a large amount of words and phrases she didn’t understand. There were things like “Wonderland” and “Unbirthday”, and names, such as the “Queen of Hearts”, the “Mad Hatter”, and the “March Hare”. There was something, however, that caught her eye amongst the midst of confusing terms. The page was entitled “The Magic Mirror”, and an oval with a regal face in the center had been etched onto the papyrus-like paper. On the bottom of the page, there was a description of the artifact. Apparently, in her past life, (whatever she was doing in her past life) Alice had failed to find this mirror of extraordinarily enchanted powers. Since this new Alice had absolutely no plans, as she had forgotten all of them, she made it her first priority to find this mirror, as it enticed her to a substantial degree.

It was then after she had slammed the notebook shut that Alice gave a blood-curdling scream.

In front of her was a ferocious-looking wolf baring its sharply-pointed teeth. Its face was contorted into the most frightening of positions. Its surprise entrance made the beast all the more terrifying. Needless to say, Alice threw her notebook up into the air as she jumped in fear, and backed into the tree nearest her. She was cornered as more gray-colored wolves approached. No doubt, they were as hungry as she. Quickly, she pulled the sword from off of her belt, and pointed it at the three beasts, her hands, feet, and lips trembling. For a second, they actually backed away. However, that small moment didn’t last long enough. The center wolf lunged towards Alice, its eyes turning a frightening shade of yellow. In a moment she could have only described as “instinctive”, Alice dodged the attack, shifted towards her right, and swiped across from her. She struck at the wolf’s neck, making the beast utter a petrifying cry of pain before it was swiftly decapitated. In the teenage girl’s mind, time seemed to stop. She had performed the motion so cleanly and flawlessly, as if she had done it a million times before. Did she actually know how to swordfight? How? Perhaps in her past life, she was an accomplished swordswoman. Maybe she was a bandit, or a knight….

Whatever she was, she’d have to channel her inner instincts again, as more wolves surrounded her in seconds. Another one lunged forwards towards her neck. In response, Alice raised her sword, wedging the blade between the beast’s fangs and stabbing the tip of the weapon into the wolf’s upper mouth. Then another approached her. With her knee, she kicked the creature in the jaw, and then sent the blade through the beast’s chest. And then there was another, and another, and another...

No question, Alice would have to retreat. There were way too many. She ran as fast as her lean feet could take her, swooping down to pick up her notebook, and then jumping high onto the branch of a nearby tree. Like a squirrel being chased by a dog, she climbed the tree quickly, all the while maintaining caution. She gasped as a wolf had almost wrapped its fangs around her leg. Eventually, she had climbed up high enough into the safety of the tree. The wolves wouldn’t be able to pursue her now. However, that didn’t stop them from trying. They were still barking, still trying to find a way to scale the tree and gobble up the golden-haired girl. Alice sighed. Although she knew she’d be fine, she also knew that it would probably be a long time until these wolves would give up trying to kill her. For a second, she thought about living in the tree for the rest of her life, but that idea quickly faded once her empty stomach started to growl loudly.

Either by wolves or by hunger, she had a feeling it wouldn’t be long until she was dead. She stared off into the depths of the forest. Maybe there was someone nearby who could help her somehow. Then again, maybe not, and she’d just have to formulate her own plan. She swallowed a deep breath of air, and then shouted “HELP!”into the foggy patch of sky surrounding her. Judging by the equipment she had, Alice had a feeling that whatever she had been before, she had never been a princess. With the little beauty she assumed she had, there’d be no prince willing to come and rescue her from this deadly situation. It would be just like suicide…

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The song of the seagulls gently ushered Prince Eric from his unconscious. The sky above him slowly started to take shape and definition. He saw gulls flying overhead, beneath the clouds. 'Where am I?' He tried to sit up, but the rocking of the ship kept knocking him back to the wooden floor. He rolled onto his stomach, maybe it'd be easier to stand from this position. He pushed himself onto his knees, and then to his feet. He made his way to the railing, tripping over himself on the way. He was getting nauseous. Unconsciousness, plus rocking waves, plus saltwater does not equate to a steady stomach. He leaned over the banister and vomited into the sea. Dropping to his knees, he just let his head and right arm hang over the edge.

"Ugh, Where in the blazes am I?" After further thought he decided he had no idea who he was either. Before he had much of a chance to figure that out a slew of men came from behind him. "Prince Eric! Are you ok?!" They grabbed him by his arms and lifted him back to his feet. He looked to the left and right at the men bracing him. Prince? He was a prince? Why wouldn't he remember something like that? "Where... Where am I? Who are you people?" The sailors exchanged quizzical looks. A minute or so of silent deliberation went by. Finally one of them spoke."Sir, you... you don't remember us?" The prince shook his groggy head. "Lets take him to Grimsby." A concise nod between the two, and they began to carry Eric. He shook his head and yanked them off. He gave sharp looks at each of them. It was obvious who was in charge here. "Thank you, but I believe I can walk under my own power. Just lead the way." The sailor nodded and started toward the First Mate quarters.

A short walk through the ship took Eric to the First Mate's quarters, where his companion Grimsby lived and worked. The soldier who lead him there left the room, closing the door behind him. Grimsby stood from his desk and approached Eric. "Wonderful to see you sir, any news of the mission?" Eric crossed his arms in frustration. Even his so-called First Mate was unrecognizable to him. He was getting sick of not knowing what was going on. If he was in fact the captain of this ship, and a Prince, he needed to have all of the information.

The prince took a deep breath. "Grimsby.. was it?" He sat on a chair against the back wall. "I have absolutely no recollection of anything or anyone on this ship, or anything and everything I have ever done, seen, experienced, or heard. I am undeniably clueless as to who, what, where... or when I am. Everyone on this ship seems to know who I am. I don't know who you are Grimsby, but you seem to know me. It seems you are my first mate... so what you need to do right now, is tell me everything you know about me, about my life, and about just what I am doing in the middle of the ocean on a giant military sail-ship." He took another deep breath and stared at Grimsby. Grimsby sat quietly with wide eyes and a loose jaw.

"Well..." Grimsby rubbed his chin. "Where to begin? where. to. begin? Is there anything you do remember?" Grimsby crossed his arms and sat in his chair. Eric dropped his head onto the back of the chair. He took his head in his hands, racking his brain for any information. "I Uh.. I know my name is Eric, and I'm the Prince of... somewhere. Grimsby raised a slight eyebrow at that. "Anything Else?"

The prince reeled forward in a desperate attempt to knock some information loose. He had nothing. Just a short melody. A little song that had been swimming through his head since his awakening. He just figured it was some song his crew had been singing when he awoke, but no... It was a woman's voice. The most beautiful voice he'd ever heard. There weren't any women on the ship, at least not that he knew of. Bah! He must be hallucinating or something from passing out. It would go away soon enough.

"No, I can't remember a thing."

So Grimsby and Eric spent the next few hours discussing his life, and what had lead him up to this point. Starting from his birth, they discussed Eric's experiences. Grimsby had been Eric's trusty adviser since he was a baby, and thus had been with him throughout all of his adventures, and misadventures. After two and a half hours, chronicling everything up to Eric's seventeenth birthday, Eric's head hurt. This was a lot of information to take in so quickly. He excused himself from Grimsby, he needed some air.

Back in the open air he got his first decent look at the sea. He felt at home here, even if he had no idea where he was, as long as he was out here, things would be alright.

As Eric wandered the ship everyone he came across saluted him. It was weird, but he wasn't exactly deterred by it. It was nice to have authority. He approached the helmsman. "The seas fare quite well this morning, Aye sir?" Eric smiled. This was something he did recognize. The seas came naturally to him. "Indeed helmsman. Shout for me when land is spotted, I'd like to take to port soon." His answer was a hearty 'aye', and Eric was on his way again, headed for the crows nest. He wanted to get a birds eye view of the sea, maybe it could strike up some memories.

He reached the mast and began to make his way up the ratline. Climbing felt natural, like he'd done this millions of times. It took him a short while to reach the crows nest. Once there he stared into the horizon. the midday sun floated gently overhead, and the wind blew his hair calmly. Even if he never truly regained his memories, He supposed he would be content with the life of a sailor.

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"Laaaand Hooo!!'

Eric was wrestled from his nap in the crows nest by a loud shout from below. They were near port. He nearly leapt in excitement, though that would have sent him hurtling into the sea. He grinned happily as he slid down the ropes back to the main deck. The sun had dipped below the horizon. They would restock and stay the night at this port, and Eric would make his way toward the nearest kingdom. Undoubtedly the kingdoms of this land would know who he was, and may be able to shed some light on his amnesia.

The men all jumped to work hauling in sails and prepared to dock. Eric approached the helmsman and patted him on the shoulder. "Take us in helmsman!" The sailor answered with a smile and a nod. Eric waved farewell to the helmsman, heading below decks to retrieve Grimsby. He had the feeling he would need him on this adventure. He burst through the door. "Come Grimsby! We are all set to make land, and I'll need a guide to the nearest kingdom." Grimsby slowly rose from his seat with a smile. He lifted his pipe to his lips and blew a small smoke ring. "Peace my Prince. My maps show we are nearby the kingdom of Rosethorne, ruled by Queen Aurora Rose. If we purchase steeds from this port town we should be there by morning." Eric beamed. He was more than excited to learn some more information, as well as to partake in an adventure.

When the ship finally made port, a gang-plank was dropped to the pier and the crew exited with glee. Whether the men yearned for alcohol, female companionship, or a warm bed all were pleased with the stop. The port city was quaint, with not too many shops or ships docked. Eric and Grimsby were among the last to disembark, and without missing a beat headed for the horse merchant. They purchased two capable mounts and set off on the trail, leaving the men to enjoy the town life.

Come nightfall the two were still merrily on their way, with Grimsby continuing to recount stories of Eric's life. Though the fog was dense, and they'd traveled through the night, the two were in high spirits, laughing and joking about like two lifelong friends would. Eric's sword, a part of his Princely attire, bounced as the horses trotted along the path. He wished to make the best impression possible on the queen, even if they may have met before. He felt wrong meeting with royalty in his sea-mans clothing. Grimsby had also spiffed up, wearing a ruffled white shirt in an elegant blue suit. Eric felt good about this expedition, even without firsthand knowledge of his own life, he felt good about this.

"So you're telling me I was in a sailing accident?" "Oh absolutely sir, it was terrible. You sailed away in anger at your father, the King, and a massive storm hit. You were caught in a small fishing vessel, and succumbed to the sea. We found you barely conscious on the beach, this was the first time..." The adviser was cut off by a voice from the fog. "Who goes there?"

Eric raised an eyebrow. It was a feminine voice, but still quite authoritative. He slid off of his mount, grasping the hilt of his sword, just in case. He approached the voice slowly. "Prince Eric, of... uh.." Damn, he'd forgotten the name of his kingdom... "Meridian. I search for Queen Aurora Rose, of Rosethorne. I assure you, we come in peace." That went well... hopefully. He really did not want to get murdered by a group of bandits or something of that nature. He continued to approach with caution, keeping his eyes peeled for potential danger.

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Aurora sat quietly in the carriage as she waited anxiously. Was Peabottom alright? What was happening? Meanwhile, outside, Peabottom looked around for the source of the voice. It had sounded feminine and she had echoed Peabottom's own question. A ruffling in the bushes beside the carriage had drawn her attention to the treeline. When she looked back, there were horses just ahead. "Prince Eric, of... uh.." Peabottom dropped into a curtsy immediately, before he could finish. He sounded unsure of who he was, but she knew his face. She had seen him plenty of times before in the castle. "Meridian. I search for Queen Aurora Rose, of Rosethorne. I assure you, we come in peace." "Of course! Prince Eric, do you not remember me?"

The fairy came out of her curtsy and folded her wings, twisting the front of her gown anxiously. "The, ah.. Yes, the Queen!" With a small noise, she shuffled to the back of the carriage, where she peeked inside. "My Q- Rose, it's your commanding Naval officer, Prince Eric of Meridian!" Aurora blinked. Once. Twice. Three times. "Prince... Eric?" "Yes, my Queen. He is your-" "Yes, I heard you... thank you. I.. Um.. Well, I guess I should go speak with him?" "Well... Ah.. Yes, your Majesty.."

Aurora took a breath and nodded. Yes, of course. That would be the Queenly thing to do. Maybe he would know more about this situation, if her was the Captain of her Navy, after all. Aurora gathered up her dress and cloak folds and stepped out of the carriage, walking around it to look up at the handsome blonde. "Prince Eric," she said gently, though she remained standing close to the carriage, feeling extremely awkward. She glanced to Peabottom who held out her own hand and kissed it, as if queing Aurora. "Oh, right," Aurora said under her breath, holding out her hand awkwardly. "It is good to see you again." Aurora stepped closer to him, lowering her voice so that only he could hear her, "Listen. Prince- Eric, was it? I... I'm having a really hard time remembering anything. My fairy says that you are the captain of my Naval fleet. Is this true? Can I trust you?" Her eyes looked over him carefully, trying to see if he was to be trusted or not.

As the royals spoke, Peabottom fluttered over to Grimsby and began to fill him in on what had happened on land, expressing that this memory loss had taken place all over the kingdoms. After speaking with Grimsby for a few moments, Peabottom realized that Eric, too, was completely at a loss to what was going on. "We are heading to go see Babayaga," Peabottom explained to Grimsby. "There are whispers that she may have a cure for the memory loss." The fairy glanced to the bushes, where she had seen movement just moments before. "The Queen needs your protection, good Grimsby. I fear we are being followed."


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Scarlet's eyes widened when she noticed someone approach her at a rapid pace. She didn't even have time to see who it was as the person grabbed her rapidly and dragged her deeper into the forest. Had she been able to speak from the shock she would have but it was useless, the girl had been caught off guard and she barely had time to keep up with her breathing and grabbing the basket carefully for it not to fall from her hand's grip. "Wait... please" she had barely managed to whisper softly now starring at him.

Finally, they slowed down and Scarlet was able to catch her breath and noticed the young man starring at her. Suddenly, he pressed his pointer finger up to his lips signaling her to be silent, "Stay still, there are people nearby, and I don't trust them. I don't think you should either..." he said almost concerned. The young girl was lost in thought, she had thought of several questions that she could ask him, but the only thing she seemed to want to ask was whether they had meet before. She didn't know how or when but she was most sure she had seen him before, most specifically his eyes.

She remembered what he had just said about keeping quiet and said nothing; truth was she also had a tingling feeling, like something wasn't right, like she was in danger. There were noises still coming from a nearby direction, it was obvious they were not too far from where they were. Shoving troubled thought in the head, Scarlet whispered as quietly as she possibly could, "I know a place where we can hide." Scarlet had decided to put her trust in the young man, she hoped once they were out of harm's way he could hopefully bring some sense into her. Perhaps he indeed knew who she was or he knew what was happening.

Granny would have scolded her if she were to see her granddaughter being careless enough to even think of showing him their home or a place nearby. She had always insisted never to tell anyone of their location, for safeness purposes. Scarlet hoped she could understand this was an emergency as she was leading the young man to a place nearby their cabin. Somehow she had been able to remember places in the wood which is why she knew it wasn't necessarily as close to the cabin.

Once they arrived to the spot, Scarlet suspected they had somehow managed to get far enough to be out of harm's way. Without beating around the bushes as the expression goes, "have we meet before?" Scarlet asked. She continued starring at the man with curious eyes, hoping he could clarify any confusion she had up her head. "Who are you?" she continued, wondering if perhaps he was in the same situation as she was.

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"Don't stare at me like that, Dius," said a petite woman with frumpy black hair, "The hut looks as good as new!"

With her hands on her hips and her chin pointed towards the sky with pride, Babayaga stared at her newly-reconstructed house with fulfillment. After the delightful explosion that had caused pandemonium all across the land thanks to her, Babayaga's house had been ripped apart, wooden plank by plank. With a little bit of magic, the witch had managed to build it back up again using telekinesis and elbow grease. The finished project wasn't much to look at; the place she called home was simply a small wooden hut with a rectangle door and three windows. However, a more delightful sight was the beautiful garden that was located right next to the hut. Fortunately, none of the magical fruits or vegetables had been damaged during the catastrophe that was the potion failure. In the sunlight that shone through the clearing of the forest, the garden's bearings glistened with sparkling light. Anyone not used to seeing the place would have been blinded.

"Are you sure about that?" said a stiff-voiced man on horseback, "To me it seems a bit crooked."
Babayaga had called the man Dius; the name deriving from the Latin word for "day", dies. She had named him this because the man wasn't even a man at all; he was a ghost, a servant, who consistently transformed into different forms throughout the twenty-four hours that made a full day. He had three forms: a morning form, an afternoon form, and an evening form. Currently, he was in his morning form, about to shift into afternoon. Not many people knew of Dius's existence. Very few travelers had seen him ride through the forest when he summoned the sun or the moon to shift across the sky. He was powerful, and he was rare. The Dame Gothel herself hadn't even seen him for quite some time. But he was back again. He was back for a purpose that showed incredible importance and posed to be a great threat to the land...

"That's because the fence is missing." the enchantress stated bluntly, this time facing Dius. "The fence is what framed it. The fence is what made people run away from the house. God, I miss the fence already..." The fence Babayaga talked about had been knocked down by the explosion as well. It had always been her favorite part of the house. Why? Because it was made out of bones and human skulls.

"Miss Gothel, pardon me to reach out of my social boundaries midst asking this, but how come you are so calm at the moment? In the middle of chaos?" She gave a chuckle that could have been mistaken for a small cackle. "I'm not calm, in fact, I'm never calm. I am only suppressing my worry." This made Dius laugh in a somewhat irritated fashion. "Suppressing your worry? How's that?"

The witch shrugged as she began to lean on the tree nearest to her, lean arms now crossed over her chest. "With what's happened, it seems like a lot to fret over. However, here's the reality of it: in two days, what will happen? All those people...their memories will just be forgotten permanently. So what? I'm sure all of them have friends and family...relatives and others who can help them remember who they were before. And if not, well...then no harm done either. It could be worse. MUCH worse. It's not like they're dead or anything...I can assure you, everything will be fine."

Dius, now showing an expression of contained agitation, placed his hand over his temple in disappointment, and let out a mighty sigh. "Perhaps you did not understand me the first time I explained all of this to you..." The witch raised her brow in confusion and slight resentment.

"Babayaga, those people....they'll die if their memories are not restored in two days."

Sudden silence. Now, the black-haired woman's breath stopped. The words Dius spoke transformed her irritated expression into one of disbelief.
"All of them?"
"All of them, yes."

Babayaga still couldn't breath. She was shocked. Panic flooded her porcelain-white face, turning her forehead and cheeks red with fear. Since when was death part of the side-effects of the potion? She didn't believe it. It wasn't true. She shook her head and started to pace back and forth."No...NO!!! You said-"
"That if their recollections were not restored, they would not remember anything from their past, and would fail to recognize anything happening to them in the present. They would render unconscious yet again, back in the state they had experienced before, for ALL TIME..." the ghost jumped off of the saddle of his horse as he continued, "That was a grave expression for death, Babayaga! I even stated it afterwards. You failed to listen. "

She stared towards the ground and guzzled down huge breaths of air. However, she found it no use. She felt like she was choking it down instead of breathing it. What had she done? Why had she not known this before? How many people would die because of her failed attempt to change the past? She had only wanted to kill one girl, not many innocent people...
"Hold on..." said Dius suddenly, "I sense something. A whisper of some sort..." Babayaga leaned in closer as he continued, "A girl somewhere is looking for you. She-"

The ghost hadn't even completed his sentence when the violent witch let out a blood-curdling scream. Despite the cries she let out when she was experiencing unbreakable rage, this shout of distress was clearly the loudest sound the woman had ever produced in her life. "RAPUNZEL!" she shrieked, "I'VE FORGOTTEN ABOUT HER! SHE'S WORRIED ABOUT ME! MY RAPUNZEL IS LOOKING FOR ME!"

The ghost tried to silence her, but she kept going, "THIS IS NOT GOOD. THIS IS NOT GOOD!!! SHE COULD HAVE BEEN AFFECTED! SHE'LL...SHE'LL..." By instinct, Babayaga jumped up unto Dius's horse, and commanded the shadowy animal to move forward. Surprised and terrified by the woman's actions, Dius ran after his steed as he yelled to her, "Hey!! What are you doing? No! You mustn't go that way!..."

But Babayaga didn't care. Once again, she didn't listen. Maybe she didn't particularly care for those that had been affected by her mistake, but she cared for Rapunzel. She wouldn't let anything happen to her. She refused to.





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Good, another person was now approaching the carriage containing the suspicious woman. He seemed easygoing...almost relaxed. Will listened to the man intently while he also kept an eye on the girl with his peripheral vision. Eric...he was a prince. The girl in the carriage...she was also royalty. Princess Aurora of Rosethorne and Prince Eric of Meridian. Because he the prince struggled to tell the woman where he hailed from, William made the quick and inaccurate conclusion that the man wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed. Maybe the dark-haired princess in the green cloak wasn't either. She couldn't remember if the prince was in control of her own navy. Their conversation seemed strangely awkward...

"I know a place where we can hide." said the girl beside him abruptly. However, her words weren't sudden in an annoying way. They came out gently, as if she clearly had confidence in what she was saying. Will just hoped she had confidence in what she was about to do. "Alright," he responded, "Lead the way. Let's get out of here."

The place where she led them was more serene than most parts of the forest he had seen. Here, the sun shined brightly through the trees, and every little detail of the woods could be seen clearly. This also included the girl. As he turned to face her, he noticed that her eyes glistened a mysterious shade of green.

"Have we met before?" the girl asked him. "Was just about to ask the same thing." Will muttered. He let his hands fall limply at his sides, and watched her as she continued to speak. He noticed that she was looking at him with an intrigued expression. The primarily taciturn man hoped that he was giving off the same impression. "Who are you?" she finally asked. He came a bit closer, and then told her.

"My name is Darkblood. William Darkblood. Other than that, I dunno who else I am..."
For a quick second, he stared down at the ground, and then continued to speak. "Now it's my turn, miss. Who are you?" Finally, a question he had been wanting to ask even before the explosion arose. He had to stop himself from asking her where he had encountered her before. Will knew that she was extremely familiar. He had seen her face in something...a dream almost. Or at least it felt like a dream...Once he finally found out who she was, what was he going to do? Hopefully he'd figure something out. A subtle voice inside of the man told him that her name would be the start of everything, whatever that meant...

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Eric took the woman's hand and placed a tender kiss on her knuckles. "A pleasure your highness." He released her hand as she drew closer to him and whispered. "Listen. Prince- Eric, was it? I... I'm having a really hard time remembering anything. My fairy says that you are the captain of my Naval fleet. Is this true? Can I trust you?" Her face was stern and unforgiving. Hopefully she would feel that she could indeed trust him. Eric raised an eyebrow, looking over Aurora's shoulder, and noticing a fairy heading to speak with Grimsby. Of course, Grim had his memory, and so would the fairy. They probably knew each other.

Nevertheless, Eric was ecstatic that she had lost her memory too. Finally someone to share in his confusion. He grasped both her hands tightly, nearly giddy with energy. "Aurora my dear, you have no idea how happy I am to hear you say that. He looked into her eyes with sincerity. "My Queen, I am just as forgetful as you. It seems i am in fact your Naval Commander, and I am at your service. I promise you I am trustworthy, and I will escort you to the ends of the earth if together we can find the solution." He knelt down and gave a small bow, showing his loyalty. Even if she wasn't 'his' queen. He was but a prince, and she was his commander.

Grimsby was approached by the fairy and was given a quick briefing. He nodded in agreement. "Indeed Peabottom. We will escort you. I assure you we will provide only the best defense against aspiring vandals." The Fairy was pleased with his response, and with a quick nod was off to inform the Queen. Grim took a puff from his pipe as the Royalty concluded their discussion. It seemed to be going well.

The discussion was interrupted shortly by the fairy, giving Eric a chance to admire Aurora. The ever present glow from Peabottom created a light, revealing the woman's face for the first time. Her hood covered most of her gentle face, but left small strands of brown hair, creating a sort of frame. She looked to be a few years Eric's junior, but her prose and posture stated that she had no less than the elegance a queen deserved. She was stunning. Through his ogling, a spark erupted in his mind. Had he ever had a lover? Grim had not spoken of one in their talks, but perhaps he just hadn't gotten there yet. Or perhaps he just had not found the right girl. He would ask Grim about this when the two were with a free moment. Until then, he was quite content with keeping the lovely company of Aurora. He had caught a few words of the talk between Aurora and her fairy. They were headed to find Babayaga, where they would hopefully find some answers.

The fairy dismissed herself, once again leaving Aurora and Eric alone to speak. "Your highness, we will escort you to Babayaga." Before the queen had a chance to refuse he spoke up again. "I will not take no for an answer." He bowed swiftly and spirited away to Grimsby. Grimsby removed the pipe from his lips to speak to Eric about their plans, but the ever-ready prince spoke first."Grimsby my good man, we will escort these fine people to wherever it is they wish to go, and we will protect them with our lives. I'd like you to follow beside this carriage and keep a watchful eye. I will be inside speaking with the queen. Be seeing you friend!" The prince turned on his heels once more to return to the queen. Grimsby chuckled at the young man's spirit. This Eric had been gone for some time, ever since he learned of Ursula's existence, and of the war. Eric had been quite stoic as of late, and the adviser was happy to see a smile light up the man's face once more.

Eric returned to Aurora, who seemed surprised, and maybe a little overwhelmed at Eric's spritely manner. He stood in front of her, grasping the hilt of his sword. "My companion Grimsby there will keep watch on the exterior of the carriage, while I ride along inside, to protect you if there should be an attack. I trust this arrangement will satisfy you?" Eric was itching for adventure, and everyone could tell. Still, he would stay vigilant and not let his excitement distract him. Though it did occur to him that his behavior may not be in the best of taste.

Eric took the queen's hand once more. "Aurora, I apologize for my behavior, I am simply overjoyed to know that I am not alone in my forgetfulness. I will curb my enthusiasm from here on out." He led her to the carriage. "Now, shall we leave this forest before something hungry comes along? He gave a reassuring smile, hoping she would think him trustworthy enough to accompany her.

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As she felt hands grasp hers, she flinched just slightly. "Aurora my dear, you have no idea how happy I am to hear you say that." Aurora raised a brow, not sure she was understanding where he was headed with that statement- or why he felt that he could call her 'dear'. "My Queen, I am just as forgetful as you. It seems i am in fact your Naval Commander, and I am at your service. I promise you I am trustworthy, and I will escort you to the ends of the earth if together we can find the solution." Rose watched as she gave her a bow, and then sprung back up like a wire coiled too tightly. "If you have no memory of who you are, then how do you know that I can trust you?" She slowly pulled back her hand, brows knitting together in concern. Just then, Peabottom showed up. With a quick glance between the two, Peabottom quickly began to vouch for the prince- sensing that her Queen was a little concerned. "Your Majesty, Prince Eric is a very close friend of yours. He has fought along side us against many a foe. He can be trusted, my Queen. He is valiant, brave and strong. He will not let any harm come to you- he never has before."

Aurora glanced from the fairy to the eager prince and let out a soft sigh. "Peabottom we don't have time for this. We need to find this Babayaga before I lose any more of my memory. I can not leave Fairies to run my kingdom.. Or can I? Goodness, do you not see how this is a problem? They will only slow us down and draw attention to us!" "We have already drawn attention to yourselves, your Majesty. I fear we are being followed. We can use them for protection! He is the captain of your Navy. If you can not trust my word, then trust your judgement for you are the one who chose him!" "How do we know that he will even know he has time to go on this wild goose hunt?" Aurora asked Peabottom with a frustrated sigh. "Because he is your friend, my Queen." "Give us a moment, then."

"Your highness, we will escort you to Babayaga." Aurora opened her mouth to protest, and to accuse him of eavesdropping, but before she could he chirped up again, "I will not take no for an answer." Mouth still open to protest, Aurora watched in shock as the prince skipped off to have a word with his adviser. Aurora watched him go, trying to remember anything about him. Nothing came to mind, but for some reason she wanted to laugh. Even though he had just talked to her as though she were not a Queen, a part of her wanted to giggle. Had they always had this sort of relationship? Were they truly close friends? Perhaps she had known him for a long time. Perhaps he wasn't the stranger she knew him as now.


When he returned, Aurora braced herself for another enthusiastic bout of information. "My companion Grimsby there will keep watch on the exterior of the carriage, while I ride along inside, to protect you if there should be an attack. I trust this arrangement will satisfy you?" "Do I have even the option of refusing you, Prince Eric?" Her tone was light, and a small smile of amusement lifted the corners of her lips. The prince reached out to take her hands in his, and his eyes leveled onto hers, "Aurora, I apologize for my behavior, I am simply overjoyed to know that I am not alone in my forgetfulness. I will curb my enthusiasm from here on out." His voice was sincere and surprisingly deep. It was quite charming. He led her to the carriage. "Now, shall we leave this forest before something hungry comes along?" His smile was reassuring, and Aurora smiled back. "I like your enthusiasm," was all she said in acceptance of his help as she slipped inside the carriage.

Peabottom sat on the outside, chatting with Grimsby who rode on his horse beside the carriage. Their voices were distantly muffled as the carriage began to move again. "I was supposed to be married today," Aurora said quietly as she looked out the small window on her side of the carriage. "To Prince Philip. You can imagine my surprise- no memory of who I was, or this Prince that I was to marry. I woke up covered in glass and in a wedding dress." Aurora paused to glance over at the prince sitting beside her. "I'm told that this Babayaga knows how to undo the spell we are under. Strange, though, don't you think- that so many have been affected. Would she not have already tried to reverse the spell if she knew how?" Aurora turned to look out the window again, twisting a fold of her dress in her fingers. "I'm afraid we're going to go all this way, only to find out that the witch is actually useless. What if we never remember who we are? How am I supposed to run a kingdom when I can't even remember my intended's face?" Aurora looked to her lap and sighed. "I'm sorry. It's just, Peabottom doesn't understand. How could she? I confess that I am both happy you are experiencing this with me and sad to hear you say so. What do you remember, Prince Eric?"

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Eric sat quietly while Aurora described the events of her morning, and how she had forgotten the identity of her true love. He bowed his head silently. It must be painful... to know you were capable of such happiness to warrant a marriage, only to lose it and have no memory of who, how, or why... and in the wake, to set out on a journey of such importance. Queen Aurora seemed determined to tough it through her predicament. Though hers was not much different than his own. He too had no true memory of his life... but at least he wasn't living an obliterated love.

He could tell how nervous the queen was. She had taken it upon herself to solve this problem for everyone, and that was quite the burden to bear. He was very glad he happened upon her. These were dangerous woods. He was sure Aurora could handle herself, but Eric had extensive combat training, and would stop anyone and anything from attacking her. But The queen's fear and nervousness was not only for herself, but for all who had been affected. She was clearly a remarkable ruler, and Eric was proud to serve under her.

She was nervous about the witch Babayaga as well. Eric wasn't extremely knowledgeable about magic, as it hadn't come up in he and Grim's talks. If this witch was the cause of all of this then she must have a way to counteract it. Perhaps the witch had a cure, but not a reason to use it. Perhaps Babayaga liked it better this way.

"I'm sorry. It's just, Peabottom doesn't understand. How could she? I confess that I am both happy you are experiencing this with me and sad to hear you say so. What do you remember, Prince Eric?" It was a question he'd asked himself before. The answer was not helpful in the least. "I... I don't remember anything. Everything I know about myself is what others have told me." He couldn't help but be jealous of Aurora. She seemed to be more with her mind than he was. Whenever he tried to rack his brain, there was just that melody. It had been buzzing around his brain since he'd first awoken. He payed it no mind though, it was obviously just a shanty from his crew. "I've spoken with Grimsby about my past. He told me I was one of the greatest sailors on the sea, and that I was a prince, and your Naval Commander, but apart from that I'm lost. It was pure luck that I happened upon you in the first place. When I awoke I was on my ship in the middle of the sea. He chuckled slightly. "There is nigh more disorienting than waking with no memory in the middle of the ocean.

He looked up at her for the first time during their conversation, and she looked concerned. He took her hand, and in an attempt to lift her spirits, he reassured her. "Aurora, even if this Babayaga doesn't have the solution to our predicament, there is an enormous amount of magic in this world. Someone somewhere will have our answer, I can feel it in my bones." Despite the prince's unflappable confidence, she did not seem convinced. He sighed, taking her other hand, now speaking in a much more serious tone. "Aurora. If I promise you nay, 'swear' it to you, by my honor that I will not give up on our quest, no matter what obstacles we may face, will you do the same? There is nothing in this world that can break a sailor's word." He punctuated this with a small smile. He knew the only way they would succeed would be for them to roll with the punches and keep searching no matter what, and she needed to know he was with her one hundred percent.

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Aurora looked out the carriage window as the party began moving again. The prince began to speak, calling her attention inward once more. "I... I don't remember anything. Everything I know about myself is what others have told me." Rose nodded. Yes, that was pretty much where she was at- only she did remember a bit of her childhood. She knew she was raised by fairies in a cottage, at least. She also remembered that she was royalty- something evidently clear when she awoke this morning. The prince went on, "I've spoken with Grimsby about my past. He told me I was one of the greatest sailors on the sea, and that I was a prince, and your Naval Commander, but apart from that I'm lost. It was pure luck that I happened upon you in the first place. When I awoke I was on my ship in the middle of the sea...There is nigh more disorienting than waking with no memory in the middle of the ocean." Aurora's eyebrows shifted upward just slightly. "I woke up in a wedding dress, in a room and kingdom full of fairies and peasants with very high expectations of the day." She paused for a moment, and then smiled. A laugh bubbled from her core, filling the carriage with the light and melodic sound. "I can't decide which is worse, actually. Being expected to marry a stranger, or being in the middle of the ocean with no idea who you are!"

Of course she had to smile. After all, the entire situation was ridiculous. For some reason, Rose couldn't help but feel like she had been through worse- and that despite the obstacles in her way, she would rise against this memory spell. The prince looked up at her for the first time, his hues catching her slightly off guard. There was something so familiar about them. Something warm, and comforting. Then there was a rough warmth taking her delicate hands. A salior's hands. "Aurora, even if this Babayaga doesn't have the solution to our predicament, there is an enormous amount of magic in this world. Someone somewhere will have our answer, I can feel it in my bones." Aurora respectfully listened, though part of her mind was distracted. If she were a Queen then why did this man feel like he could take her hand whenever he pleased, and call her Aurora and not his Majesty? What's more-- why did she seem to find it all endlessly endearing? The way his hair fell just so. The way his lips turned up in each corner as he spoke, as though a smile were trying to escape. Who was this man?

Rose snapped out of it quickly as the prince went on, for he had grabbed her other hand and his voice grew in seriousness. She mentally scolded herself- he must have noticed her tuning him out. "Aurora. If I promise you nay, 'swear' it to you, by my honor that I will not give up on our quest, no matter what obstacles we may face, will you do the same? There is nothing in this world that can break a sailor's word." Aurora gently gave his hands a squeeze, smiling back at him- though it did not hold the same warmth as before. "How can you swear by something you can not even remember?" She looked physically exhausted now as she gently pulled her hands away and looked out the carriage window once more. The scenery was not moving anymore- they had stopped. Aurora frowned. "If we have to keep stopping every half mile we'll never make it to Babayagas," she sighed, her tone mildly annoyed.

It was Peabottom who appeared in the window suddenly, causing Aurora to gasp and slide quickly into Prince Eric. Her back was pressed to his chest for just a brief moment before she collected herself, putting a hand to her heart as she shifted back into her seat. "PEABOTTOM!" "Forgive me, you majesty. But look! We have found Babayaga! I would recognize her magical imprint anywhere!" The fairy looked excited, nay, she looked overjoyed. Rose stared at her for a moment without speaking, simply wondering if her head might split apart if she were to smile any wider. The fairy held a piece of parchment in her hand as though it were an award. "Well, let me see then," Aurora said after a moment of waiting."Oh! Of course! Here you are, my queen! As you can see- it's a party! She's throwing a party! How strange, and yet, how convenient! Don't you think, my queen?" "Thank you, Peabottom. Please, start us on the way."

Rose waited for the fairy to flicker away, and for the carriage to start moving before she turned to Prince Eric. "Either luck has finally swung our way, or we're walking into a trap, Prince Eric." Aurora handed the paper over to the Prince, eyes narrowing on the window as she watched the trees pass by. "And something tells me that if I've lost my memory, luck is certainly not going to be with me. Still. This is the only lead we have, so if we are to walk into the trap- best be prepared for it." Aurora looked to the prince now, her eyes leveling on his. "Are you prepared to stand by your words, Prince Eric?"

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She did not seem to have the same confidence in his words as he did. Though he could tell she believed him, and rightly so. He meant every word. He might not have his memories, but he still had his sense of honor. There was no amount of amnesia that could make him forget that. Before he could think of another brilliant speech that would barely do its job, the carriage slowed to a halt. Before he knew it Aurora was slid into his side and a fairy was in the window. He caught a brief whiff of the queen's dark silky hair before she slid away. It held a very nice floral scent, probably leagues more pleasant than his salt-stained strands. He decided he would bathe as soon as possible, given the chance. Eric shook himself back to reality to notice that the queen was not pleased with her fairy.

"PEABOTTOM!" "Forgive me, you majesty. But look! We have found Babayaga! I would recognize her magical imprint anywhere!" "Well, let me see then." "Oh! Of course! Here you are, my queen! As you can see- it's a party! She's throwing a party! How strange, and yet, how convenient! Don't you think, my queen?" "Thank you, Peabottom. Please, start us on the way." The exchange was short, but direct. Her majesty was not being quite as polite as she could have been with her fairies. Though they werent exactly what you would call 'regal.' Peabottom herself was a little over the top sometimes. Even so, Aurora seemed a little estranged to the job of Queen. Eric assumed that was why she was a bit flippant with the fairies. He supposed as long as the fairies didn't have a problem with it, no harm no foul.

The queen read the paper and slid it to Eric. "Either luck has finally swung our way, or we're walking into a trap, Prince Eric." He nodded quietly as he read over the flyer for himself. It was innocent enough. He didn't know Babayaga at all, so he had no idea what to expect, but he was not one to miss a party. It sounded like a decent enough time, and if they got some answers during, that would be nice as well. Although it could very well be less than inviting. He would have to be prepared. "And something tells me that if I've lost my memory, luck is certainly not going to be with me. Still. This is the only lead we have, so if we are to walk into the trap- best be prepared for it." She was right with him now, as if she finally believed in his earlier promise. "Are you prepared to stand by your words, Prince Eric?" The prince gave a small smirk in response. "Of course Aurora. Like I said, I'll not leave your side."

The carriage began to move again, likely headed for Babayaga's party. Eric would have been content with riding in silence, but something was eating at him, something Aurora had said earlier, about luck. Eric turned his head to see her staring quietly out the window. Her quiet gaze lazily strewn across the trees outside. Her lips were turned, in a thoughtful frown. Something was obviously eating at her too, undoubtedly her missing memory. She was having a tougher time than he. Eric had always been a 'live in the moment' type of person, so that was likely the reason he was having a smoother go of it. "Aurora, you may take this or leave it, but luck is what you make of it. What I mean to say is, this memory loss we share can be looked on as a curse, or we can look on it as a gift of sorts. For me at least, I'm thinking of this as a chance to look at life through a new pair of eyes. A pair of eyes that I might not have had when I could remember my past. I don't mean to lecture you, all I'm saying is... look on the bright side Your Highness." He finished his thought... then brought his head to the window again.

Eric didn't know exactly what compelled him to say what he did. The queen seemed worried, as if she was trying to take the full burden for fixing this problem. Maybe she was just that generous of a person. Regardless, he knew deep down she had not always been quite so stoic. He was just trying to cheer her up... they were headed to a party after all.