"Prince Kyle, it is time to awaken.
Your father is expecting you." Stan requested as he opened the curtains of Kyle's bedroom.
"*Yawn*
Good morning, Stan.
Has my father asked of me to do a quest?" The gentle elf prince wondered.
"In fact, there is.
A bard is causing tricks and pranks on a small village to the east.
But first, he wants you to sit down and eat for breakfast with your parents.
They want to give you an important gift to you." Stan reported.
"That's just like them.
They always want to give their little boy the world, but not his freedom to even leave the castle without going on quest.
I know they want to protect me, but I always wanted to see new places and at least think for myself." Kyle smiled as the servants dressed him.
"Thank you very much.
We should enjoy tea with Stanly, Pip, and Shellius this afternoon.
I'll bring the finest Jasmine." Kyle smiled as Red felt a certain flush on her face then bowed.
Having tea, especially in the Garden of pure Endless Joy, with the very Crown Prince himself is the greatest honer you could get.
"T-thank you, my lord." Red smiled as she slowly left.
"Let's get going, shall we?" The young elf boy smiled.
"Kyle, sometimes I think you're too kind." Stan laughed a little.
"Shut up." Kyle giggled for his gentle ordered.
They soon laughed with stories and jokes as they reached the dinning room.
"Kyle my boy, please sit done.
I don't want my son to turn into a skeleton." His mother asked as the teen sat down.
"Kyle, you are becoming a man.
You have known how to fight, without fighting, the hardest skills of archery and combine combat with your younger brother.
As much as your mother and I hate to let our son grow up, we think it is time for you to take my place as the High Elf." Gerald announced as Kyle gasped.
"Are you sure?
I feel like I'm not ready for such a big responsibility.
What if I make mistakes?" The crown prince worried as he slowly.
"You will.
All the greatest leaders of our history has made mistakes in the past.
But as long as you put your people before your own needs, you will by a great leader.
I know you will." The high elf smiled as he placed a shoulder on his son's shoulder.
"In a weak, you shall crowned the new High Elf." Sheila Sobbed a little of her firstborn being a king.
"What's going to happen to you though?
What happens to the former high elf?" Kyle wondered in worry.
"Oh Kyle don't worry.
We'll still be here to help you if you need to.
Your mother and I will retire and so will the previous Commander, Randal Marshwalker." Gerald answered with a grin.
Kyle let a sigh in relief.
"Now, about the bard that is causing trouble..." Sheila began as she tries to change topics.
"Yes, I'll try to help him and the village.
I would like the future commander, Stan to join me in this little quest, if that isn't too much trouble." Kyle the future High Elf requested politely.
"Of course, is that it?" The high Elf asked his son as he nodded his head then head out to the village to find this bard.
They soon a humble villager who awaits their prince.
"May I please hear how this all began?" The young prince requested.
"Of course, Crown Prince.
This bard is magically using his songs to cause nasty pranks.
We need your help.
We try to ask him to leave and we send many warriors to defeat to force him to leave, but none have won." The elf villager explained.
"do not worry.
I shall handle things from here.
Can you tell me where he is, please?" Kyle asked politely as the elf led the two the way.
They saw the bard, sitting on the ground, looking at the elf prince.
"Young Bard James, you must escort your way out of the village.
You're causing distress to the people who live here." Kyle demanded in a voice so calm and passionate.
"Like I-I'm g-going t-to listen t-t-to a-a pamp-pampered e-elf b-b-rat like you.
I-if y-y-you win, I-I'll leave.
B-b-b-but if I win, I take your things and you leave." The bard demanded as he played his music.
He planned to put him to sleep, but Kyle was expecting this so before he entered the village, he ordered Stan to put on earplugs as well as himself.
It was a battle between the Prince Kyle and the bard.
The companion known as Stanly did not join in the fight, by the order of the Elf Prince.
But Kyle did not actually attack, he simply doge and blocked the bards attack.
In the finale attack from the bard, he misses and hits the light pole, causing it to fall.
It would have crush him, if the prince hadn't saved him.
"You-You s-save m-m-me?" The bard questioned.
"Of course.
I know under all your mischief and retarded pranks, lies potential.
Also I feel great pain in your heart." Kyle answered as the poor crippled bard began to shed tears in his eyes.
"T-thank you.
I-I-I w-will l-leave f-forever." The bard cried.
"Then come with me.
Come with me to the kingdom and use your talent to help people.
Give to the people what you were denied long ago." Kyle requested as he lay a gentle hand on the bards shoulder.
"M-my s-s-strings?" The bard wondered.
"No, compassion." The elf prince answered as the he lend a hand of good will.
"Yes, my lord."