Sorry this chapter is so short. It's mainly like a filler in a way. :) Don't worry. The next chapter, which will be up soon, will definently make up for it. I wanted to add more, but I didn't want to put too much information that may spoil anything that may come later. ;D

Chapter III – The Start

The young blond Prince sighed as Iori flustered over him. He had a magical tunic, magical ring, magical sword, and even a magical mirror. A magical bundle was under his arm, for food purposes. It would replenish itself after a good meal. Like a never ending picnic! What else did he need?

"Now, Iori… can I go?" he sighed as Iori still tried to find things to throw on the young Prince.

"No, Your Majesty. Now, you do remember how to use the mirror, right?"

"Iori! We went over this hundreds of times at least!"

"Do it a hundred and one then."

The Prince sighed once more, and then looked up to see a nasty glare coming from Iori. He knew the boy was just concerned, but this was overly concerned! Motherly concern…. The Prince's eyes turned soft as he thought about his mother. The dark-blond woman that had the blue eyes that matched his, but was sharper in shape, conjured in his mind. She was kind, though not always there. She seemed more concerned with what the Queen needed to do, yet she still found time to worry over her sons….

The Prince shook his head and looked back at Iori, who was waiting for an answer. "Fine! I will!"

His eyes became slightly glazed over when he started the spell:

"Mirror, mirror, show a face for me to see

Show me someone who wishes to speak to me"

Iori's face started to form in the glass of the silver mirror that rested in the Prince's hand. It was a small, pocket mirror with no handle, just perfect for small journeys like the Prince's. Iori looked at the matching mirror that lay in his hand and smiled.

"Alright, you got it."

"I always had it Iori, you just didn't believe me!" The Prince pouted slightly, and then started laughing with his advisor and friend. He put the mirror away and looked at himself. His tunic was a dark green color with a slight magical aura around it. He could feel the magic just by looking at it. It could block any surprise attacks, small attacks and even those nasty pickpockets. It was handy in case of a surprise arrow coming from no where, from the nasty local bandit. The Prince smiled as he felt it. The ring, he started twirling around his finger. It was magical of course, but he only knew of one thing that it could do. He also looked down at his sword and bundle, both of which are magical. Feeling safer than anything, especially after Iori looked him up and down about five different times to make sure he had everything, the Prince started chuckling. He grabbed a nearby cloak and turned towards the exit of the lonely castle and waved to his friend. Iori waved back, smiling until the Prince turned away.

Iori sighed. Now the whole kingdom was up to him while the Prince was away. "Good luck, Takeru…." He whispered as he watched the Prince exit the kingdom.