Duncan Approached the Ominous grey tower to confront the fair maiden within it's walls. He listened to her sing this song…

… "O, how I plead rescue me, un-bias clouds. Please I beg, I'm doomed to death. In a tower, that I call my home. How does it feel? Answer me! O how I plead. Answer me! How does it feel to be free?" Courtney's voice had grown into a lovely one. She could now control her breathing just right! And she had a grand soprano voice. "I wish to see oceans and seas. I wish to prance fast as I can. I wish to be happy and kind, but these pipe dreams can never be…..Mine. O answer me clouds how does it feel to be free? Not told where or when to go, or to be"

Duncan crept up under her window and answered her as if he was a cloud.

"We don't know how it feels to be free. Clouds are dictated by the seasons. We have to be certain places for spring, for you see you can't have spring without flowers. And flowers don't grow without rain."

Courtney was a little frightened, she couldn't see any one talking, and she was sure clouds didn't talk.

"O, you aren't free either? Seasons dictate you? Well then actually you are dictated by ground hog. For he determines if we shall have a long winter or if spring will come soon." Said Courtney.

Duncan chuckled at Courtney's wittiness then spoke, "Well the clouds may be dictated by ground hogs. But I am finally free, no rules. Free to hear your wonderful singing." Duncan stepped out from under the window after he was done speaking.

"I sing horribly, you shouldn't waste your time, listening to me." Said Courtney, she started to walk off and go to the second chamber in the tower, but something kept her there.

"Well, then let me just stare at you," said Duncan. Courtney turned around and smiled. She pulled up a chair to the window, and sat there. Duncan and Courtney talked for a few hours.

Duncan's POV

She looked so beautiful sitting there. I couldn't wait to hear her voice again.

"What's that?" she says, we've been talking about the most unusual things. But that's exactly what she is, unusually deep, and gorgeous.

I chuckle, "What is a petifour? It's a desert, a mini 'petite' cake. It's delicate and delicious." A beam of light is hitting her face, magnifying her beauty, my heart is in my throat.

"O, I'm sorry for my lack of knowledge, on pastries." She says.I wish I could be closer to her, I don't want to leave. I've seen so many beautiful maidens, but none as beautiful as her. I know I'm in love.

Courtney's POV

He is just sitting there, listening to me. His hair is so….green, but I kind of like it!

He has been asking me the most unusual questions.

"What's a petifour?" I ask. I feel so stupid; it's been forever since I have anything but bread and salted meat. He is so sincere though.

He chuckles, "What is a petifour? It's a desert, a mini 'petite' cake. It's delicate and delicious."

He looks so handsome sitting there. There is a beam of light hitting his face, and think I might be in love. Not that I've seen many men, and I've never felt love. Heather made that difficult. But I really think this could be it, I feel like he already has my heart in his hand.

"O, I'm sorry for my lack of knowledge, on pastries." I say, O but it sounds delicious. How I've yearned for just milk and butter to satisfy my cravings for something more.

We are just starring at each other; yes I'm sure this is love. My gosh how I want to be with him right now. He could hold me and I would be his forever!

Regular POV

"O, I'm sorry for my lack of knowledge, on pastries." Courtney says, as she stares at Duncan and he does in return. The sun is dazzling as it starts to finally go beneath the horizon.

"I could bring you one if you would like that," said Duncan so sympathetically.

"Really," Courtney blushes, and smiles. "But how would you get it to me? I'm up here and you're down there."

"Well how do you get everything else you have up there?" Duncan asked.

"Heather flies it up to me…" Courtney just realized the sun was setting heather would be here soon. "Heather, o you have to get out of here now! Please leave,"

"Leave you? Never, who's this Heather," Asked Duncan. Ezekiel and DJ had just found Duncan and heard the two talking about Heather.

"Whoah!" exclaimed Ezekiel, "You aren't talking about the Evil Witch Heather a, she's bad news ya knoow!"

"Ya man, she'll turn you into a frog for smiling. She's no friend of bunnies, or birds, or us." Realliterated DJ

"Well then certainly you wouldn't associated with her!" Duncan stood there Dj and Ezekiel were pulling Duncan trying to get him back to the river where they were staying.

"It's a very long story, please just go. I'll be here tomorrow to talk to you. I promise please go." Courtney pleaded. Duncan stared at Courtney for a moment longer. He didn't want to leave her, but he knew he had to or every ones head would be on the chopping block. So he ran with Ezekiel and DJ into the woods.

Courtney raced down to the second chamber and grabbed her three pails that Heather changed when she came. She tried to make it seem as if she had been waiting for her, she grabbed a paint brush and she painted a few marks on herself.

Courtney ran upstairs and when she got there she saw Heather.

"Sorry, I was late Heather" Courtney said as she sat down the pails she was carrying.

"That was very unusual of you dear. You've been up to something!" Heather scowled at Courtney she took the pails of water she had brought for her and through them out the window. "You'll tell me what you were up to and then I'll give you food and water."

Courtney didn't know what to do? She couldn't tell Heather about Duncan and his crew.

"I wasn't up to anything. I've just been painting a picture, and working really hard on it." Courtney said. She was shaking she was so nervous. Would Heather believe her?

"That's a lie! Who do you have up here? Where is he?" Heather pushed Courtney aside and searched the tower. Courtney followed her; she stopped at the second chamber and analyzed all the paintings in the room. She grabbed Courtney's arm and saw the paint on it." You need more practice, these paintings are atrocious." Heather threw Courtney's arm aside and walked back up to the bed chamber.

Courtney started to open her mouth to ask for some water. But before she could Heather had already flown into the air and was heading towards her cottage. Courtney watched and when she was gone she breathed a breathed of relief.

Courtney fell on her bed thinking about what all had happened today. She had fallen in love, and secured her death. Courtney falls asleep.