What's He Hiding? The cool evening breeze brushed against my skin as I finally leapt down from the rooftops, landing on the forest floor.
I stumbled slightly before regaining my balance.
"Whoa! Okay... I'm actually getting better at this!"
A small smile crept across my face. I had to admit that all those training sessions with Dracarus were finally paying off. My reflexes had improved considerably, and my movements were much more coordinated than before i guess that lousy prince is good for something after all… he's been so strict with me. All I can do is whine and complain. Last time I did, I called him half-pinted split ends of someone's arm pits, and what's worse, he heard every word I said and went as far as to make me run 500 times around the big garden. What torture.
At least I wasn't falling flat on my face every five minutes anymore.
I dusted off my clothes and glanced around.
"...Wait. Where am I?"
