Just gonna start with a quick note like I always do – this time I want to say thank you for reading and I am slowly getting there and writing more chapters. I recently re-discovered my inspiration to write this fic but I am stuck on filler chapters which I find hard to write. I could probably use a little support if you want this story to carry on, though, because as much as I love this idea, I have other fics that sneak their way into my mind that I may or may not publish, so this is not always first one I think of. So please review and tell me your ideas/thoughts/criticism and I will hopefully get back on track. Sorry this took so long.

Reading over the princess's files intrigued Carter. She was fascinated by the little girl's looks – that was the main reason that she took up the case, she looked like she could be Carter's younger sister. Ed had a younger sister, Megan, and Carter loved her, she helped Ed babysit sometimes and Carter would watch her play for hours. She couldn't bear to think of what might happen to Princess Allysia if she was not there to help. She had been taught not to get too attached to the princesses she helps for many reasons, but Carter had a big heart and she knew that that was a rule she would probably end up breaking, just like she did with Rosie, now her best friend. And that didn't cause any trouble, she thought. Allysia's story, however, was what fascinated Carter the most. It was like some fictional story, although for the little girl it was all she had ever known. Her father was murdered and she lived with her mother, they tried as they could to run the country and sort out the many riots and arguments the societies encountered. Then some terrorists from a neighbouring country discovered Delatorré and started to try and take control of the island, starting with the Royal Palace. Allysia and her mother fled, but Allysia's mother was kidnapped somewhere and Allysia was now on the run.

Carter's plans were few, she was never one to properly prepare for anything, but the things she did usually always turned out alright in the end. It was risky, her approach, but if she pulled it off, she always succeeded highly.

The reason she had chosen this approach for such a dangerous job was because she discovered that there was probably a lot of information missing. She didn't know exactly what they had missed out or why – whether they didn't know or had lost the information, or it was too classified for some reason, but she knew that this mission had to depend highly on her knowledge and her instincts.

The princess was last spotted heading South; that was all she was given about the directions to find Allysia. She didn't exactly know where to start, but she would figure that out once she arrived. In the P.P.P. helicopter, the journey took a few hours, and Carter was a little nervous, she wasn't used to going on missions on her own. She remembered what Rosie had told her: 'you are fearless, Carter Mason. You can do anything. Being fearless is about overcoming your worries and fears, and I know you can do that.' She instantly felt reassured. She thought of her father as well, and Ed, and even though it made her feel a little guilty that she didn't exactly say goodbye, she knew she needed to clear her head, especially considering she was so confused about her feelings for him and what actions she should have taken towards them.

On arriving at the helicopter port, Carter grew excited. She loved stepping out of a plane or a car or in this case, a helicopter, and seeing this complete new scenery, new surroundings, and different weather than she grew up with in Louisiana or even the USA in general. This was a whole new scene entirely, there were palm trees and tropical flowers all around, and the sky was so much bluer than she had seen in Louisiana or Costa Luna. The two nations – Costa Luna and Costa Delatorré, Carter realised from where she stood, had completely different climates and surroundings. The temperature where she stood was very warm like she had been told, and she instantly loved it. It wasn't warm and humid, like where she lived, but warm and fresh feeling.

Carter had had some time to think on the helicopter ride over, so she had figured out a place to start. She took the car that the P.P.P. assistant had gotten ready for her and set off to the Royal Palace.