Chapter One: Trains Moving on the Same Track...

Barbie knew her mind wasn't on the class, or the dance for that matter. Pushing up on her toes, she got ready to do a perfect pirouette, a move that she knew so well that she could do it in her sleep. She started to twirl...and immediately crashed to the ground.

"Again Barbie? This is the fifth mistake you've made just today. This is not a new dance that you are trying to master, it is one that just last week you were performing it with your eyes closed, literally. Is something bothering you?" A strict looking woman with her hair pulled back in a tight ballerina bun stalked over to her, a frown crossing her features.

"I am sorry Mademoiselle. It won't happen again." Barbie stood slowly up from the floor, wishing that she could stop thinking about how much fun she would have playing the role of Princess Flora.

"Make sure it does." Mademoiselle Beaufort nodded courtly at her.

"Oui." Barbie felt herself deflate, not used to not pleasing her French Ballet Instructor.

Mademoiselle Beaufort turned to face the rest of the class, clapping her hands together loudly. "Again people. The showcase will not dance itself you know."

"Yes ma'am!" The rest of the class, who didn't speak any French, spoke in unison as they snapped to attention.

Barbie sighed as she entered first position. This was going to be a long day...

~Meanwhile Back at Gardania's Royal Offices~

He was the king...he was royal...and in charge...no one dared to do anything to upset him... He took a deep breath, steepling his fingers together. "Let me get this straight...in twenty one years, you have not found a single sign of my son?"

"Yes sire." The two private investigators that he had hired nodded tensely to him.

He felt his teeth grind in annoyance as he stared at the two. "You...do realize that he took a plane out of country. He could be just about anywhere by now! Find out where that plane was headed...like I told you when I first place...and bring my son home!"

The men flinched, before rushing out of the room, bowing as they left. "Right away Your Majesty!"

~Back in Miami~

Barbie pushed the door open, dropping her gym bag down next to coat rack. "I'm home!"

"Barbie!" A smile tugged on her features as her siblings came tearing out of the kitchen to greet her, their pet dogs right on their heels.

"Hey guys!" Barbie bent down to hug Kelly and Chelsea, only to be tackled by the young puppies. "Oof... DJ, Rookie, Honey, Taffy...get off please!" Barbie laughed as she fell down from the force that was the young ones energy.

"Barbie! How was dance class today?" Her father appeared in the doorway, bouncing her youngest sister in his arms.

"It was..." Barbie paused briefly, debating on what to tell her father, before shrugging. "ok. Definitely could have been better." She walked over to him, taking Krissy out of his arms. "How was things here?"

"Well..." Her father nodded to her siblings...who took that as a single to begin to talk over each other.

"I've finally reached my goal of reaching two hundred thousand viewers on my blog!" "I invented a new sport!" "I beat Stacie at her new sport!" "No you didn't! I beat Stacie!" "I got a solo for my upcoming tap dancing showcase!" "I helped Mom make cupcakes!"

Barbie shook her head as she made the universal slow down signal. "Slow down there. There's only one of me and six of you."

Skipper smirked as she pointed to Krissy. "You mean seven of us."

Krissy, not understanding what was going on, burst out laughing, looking between all of her older siblings. George shook his head, gently stroking the top of the fully grown poodle's head. "Come on...your mother has finished cooking dinner and we need to get to the table before it gets cold."

"Sweet." Barbie moved to the doorway, herding her siblings as she did so. "Coming Dad?"

"Give me a minute."

~A dark, unmarked van in an random alleyway~

"Boss says that we need to get the job done sooner than expected. Apparently the Etsivä brothers have flown out yesterday following the only lead that they have."

"Whose gonna talk? Small community. No one is going to go yapping to a bunch of strangers."

"True... but every community has at least one gossiping lady. Once they find her, they'll know he moved out to here six years ago."

"Great. So, we're really killing the prince off?"

"Yes. And anyone that stands in our way."

A/N: Done! Sorry it took so long... writer's block and I have other stories that I've been working on. And I've randomly decided that I'm going to...yeah. Sorry it's short.

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