The next morning, at dawn, the Huntsman set out from Azkadellia's castle, going by steed to the Second Kingdom. When he got to the border between the Fourth and Second Kingdoms, he was immediately greeted by to trolls who were guards to the Troll King, who they called Relish. The two trolls stopped him, holding the horse by its reins.

"What business do you have in the Troll Kingdom," a troll asked, looking up at the Huntsman.

"I'm hunting…by orders of Queen Azkadellia," the Huntsman replied, looking down at the troll.

"Azkadellia told me to expect you," another voice said, coming from the trees.

"Who's there," the Huntsman asked, drawing a dagger.

Soon, another troll became visible. He was invisible. He was wearing magical shoes and he slipped them off, magical sparkles and glitter surrounding him. He appeared from the trees, wearing a mixture of body armor and rags and a crown atop his head, his hair ratty and graying. The Huntsman nodded to him, recognizing him immediately.

"Relish," he said, dismounting his horse, going over to him, putting his dagger as the two guards stepped away from him so he could speak to Relish. "You've been expecting me?"

"Azkadellia said that you would give me the details."

"The Princess Aurora has been found."

"No…"

"Yes."

"Is that why she has my two sons at her castle right now?"

"Well, yes, that's partially the reason, but they also brought her someone else. They found Antony."

"You mean the guard that snuck her out of the Five Kingdoms?"

"Yes, Relish. Darien, the Wolf Prince, has supposedly found the Princess and she has brought two companions with her."

"Do you have any idea where they are?"

"Well, Azkadellia found Wolf last night in Red Riding Hood's Kingdom. I assume that they are still in that Kingdom, but will be making their way through here. I'm pretty sure they're trying to get to the Fourth Kingdom."

"Well, that's no surprise. Her coronation's in a mere thirteen days. That's not much time to get through four kingdoms, unless they don't stop."

"Exactly. I imagine they are stopping to eat and sleep, but they're going to try and keep moving as much as they can."

"What about these companions of hers? Are they royalty as well?"

"I believe not. They came with her through the traveling mirror, but somehow, they ended up in Beantown when they should've ended up in the mirror room of Azkadellia's castle."

"That doesn't make sense. Has Cain been found yet?"

"No, and the images of the travelers with Wolf cannot be seen either. We don't know why, but we do know that there's more than one."

Relish nodded. "Do you need my forces?"

"No. I need my cottage. I have a feeling I'm going to be getting one of Wolf's companions today or tonight."

He nodded. "You may pass, Huntsman. Good luck in your hunting."

The Huntsman nodded, going back to his steed, mounting it and galloping off towards his magical cottage. Relish and the two guards watched him gallop off, Relish's arms folded across his chest.

"You honestly don't plan on letting him find Wolf and these companions of his, do you, my king," a guard asked, looking at him.

"Of course not. You two, go onto the trail that leads to the border of the First Kingdom. When you find Wolf and his companions, hit them with a bit of troll dust."

The trolls nodded, grinning fiendishly, heading off to the border of the First Kingdom.

Back in the First Kingdom, Aurora was sleeping under Darien's arm, her hand on his chest, breathing slowly. Sara and Siobhan looked down at the two, their hands on their hips, lifting an eyebrow. As Darien had said, his wounds healed during the night. He was sleeping as well, his leg twitching as he whimpered in his sleep, dreaming that he was chasing after a flock of sheep. Siobhan and Sara looked at one another, and then they both kicked Aurora and Darien's shoes, both of them waking up almost immediately. Aurora groaned softly, sitting up and stretching, rubbing her eyes, smiling somewhat at Darien. He smiled back and Siobhan rolled her eyes.

"I thought you wanted to keep moving, Darien," she said, looking down at him.

"I do. Sorry I slept so late. You're not the one who was fighting off wolves last night to save your asses."

"Darien," Aurora said, standing up, going over to Siobhan, and pulling her by the arm. "Excuse us," she said, pulling her a good distance away from them.

"What the hell, Aurora," Siobhan asked angrily, pulling her arm away from her, placing her hands on her hips.

"Can't you be a little nicer to Darien? After all, he is helping us."

"No, he's helping you. Sara and I are not part of this fairy tale world that you belong to. In fact, Your Highness, I don't think we're even friends anymore."

"Siobhan, you and Sara have been my friends since grade school. How can you say something like that? I can't believe you."

"Yeah, well, there are some things that I can't believe you about."

"What are you trying to say?"

"I'm trying say --"

"Aurora! Siobhan! Look out," Darien's voice came from across the clearing as he was trying to run to them with Sara trailing behind.

Just then, flying pink balls of glittery dust were flying at them. Aurora grabbed Siobhan's hand, running with her into the forest, trying to escape, but the balls kept coming at them. Aurora continued to run, holding onto Siobhan's hand. Suddenly, she felt weighed down. She looked back, seeing the pink glittery dust covering Siobhan and she went down like a ton of bricks.

"Siobhan, this isn't the time to lie down," she yelled, trying to wake her.

"Get her," a gruff voice yelled and two trolls jumped out of the bushes and started for Aurora.

She dropped Siobhan's hand, taking off in a dead run, running through the trees deep into the woods. Darien will find me. I know he will, she thought, continuing to run. She crouched down deep into some bushes, hearing the trolls coming closer, breathing slowly, even though her chest was heaving. Why was everyone after her? Did this evil queen hate her this much? Once the forest was quiet again, she stepped out of the bushes, looking around, wondering where she was. She made her way back up to the main path, looking up at the sky. It was afternoon. She didn't know which way to go so she started walking ahead, in the opposite direction from where she had left Siobhan. She prayed that she wasn't hurt or worse, dead. She placed her hands on her arms, rubbing them up and down her arms, just walking. She thought about stopping and eventually she did, leaning up against a tree, closing her eyes.

"Hello, Princess," a rough voice said from behind the tree.

She gasped, turning around stepping away from the tree and the queen's Huntsman emerged from behind it.

"Stop," he said, holding a knife. "Please, don't make me cause bodily harm to you."

"Who are you?"

"I am…the Huntsman."

"Oh, hell no. Not the queen's Huntsman."

"Precisely, Princess. Now if you'll please come with me --"

"Hell, no," she said, getting ready to run, and then something hit her in her back. She felt her body go limp and get heavy and she collapsed, the Huntsman catching her. He placed her upon his steed, taking her back to his small, yet hidden, cottage, smiling that his hunt was complete.