Moone looks out the window of the carriage. The birds in the window frame stare at her. Sigh… she lets out a big sigh and turns to look at her father.
"Father why must we go to the cottage?" she asks the kind old man.
"We must escape from the palace. There are many who seek the throne. It will be safer there." King Obrian says. He lets out a sigh. "Father may I ask... why do we have to flee" I ask him. "The palace guards will protect us."
"Because, sweetling, they seek to destroy us, and the only way to do that is to find us." He said. "Besides, your mother and I were planning to go to the cottage with you sooner or later."
"Father... I miss mother." I say softly. "Why did she have to die... she was so young"-sniffle-"but it must have been fate." The king sighs and says, "I do agree, she was young. Still full of spirit, and yet the spirit was put to rest... I do hope she has found her way, and is watching over us."
"Oh, father do not cry. I am alive and bursting with energy. I will stay beside you until your life energy runs amok." I say fretfully. Finally he says, "Yes. I dare not say you won't, for fear of it coming true."
I sigh, gratitude filling my cold body. I wrap my shawl tightly around my stick-thin body, shivering slightly.