The prince sighed as he waited for someone to come to the door, praying that they wouldn’t just ignore him. It had been a very long journey. He was wet, tired, hungry, cold, and at the moment all he wanted was a hot meal and somewhere to lay his head for the night other than the dirt. Surely they would be kind enough to provide him with that, right? Alastor needed to restore his strength so that he could continue with his mission; finding the Khrysopos.

To be completely honest, Alastor wasn’t even sure how the mystical being could help, but it was the only thing that he could think of to stop the war, and at the least he could do was try. This war had gone on for too long, and it was time for someone to stand up and say enough. 

“You look brooding and dramatic.” 

Alastor’s eyebrows furrowed at the sound of a voice behind him, and as he turned, there was a white haired woman leaning on the trunk of a tree staring at him. A long scar across her left eye caught his attention, but he tried not to let it show.

“”Do you live here?” He asked.

“Do I look like the castle type to you, lad?” Her eyebrow raised at him, and he had to admit that her frankly battard appearance didn’t suit the domain they were speaking of. 

“I suppose not,” he replied. “So who are you?”

“I am no one to be trifled with.” 

“Well that’s specific.” 

“I try my best, your highness.” The woman curtsied to him, clearly being sarcastic. 

Alastor was surprised. “You know who I am?” 

“Nope, I took a wild guess by stereotyping your fancy clothes. Nice boots, by the way.” 

“...” Alastor didn’t bother replying to that.