"Those people are still out there. It's just they have snatched away any princesses in quiet a few years," King Caradoc exclaimed.

Gunther and Jane just stared at him in awe they were astonished by his story. It was something you'd here in a scary story.

"Many have nearly caught them even killed some of them but they manipulate you. Nobody knows their reasons for this. If they ever comeback you need to remember that they were once innocent little princesses snatched away from their families. Now though they are cold blooded killers," Caradoc said his voice sad and bitter.

"A few years back before I came here to Kippernium the woman had came to my kingdom in Scotland and took our princess. When we got to them though none of them known we were hiding in the trees. We were all ready to attack, but we realized they were doing their funerals for the ones who were killed when we started battle earlier that day. I can remember every detail. They have a little song they sing at the funerals. I have it written down because I didn't wand t to forget it," Sir Ivon said pulling out a piece of parchment and handing it to the squires who took it with anticipation and huddled together holding it to see what it said.

Goodnight, sweet ladies...

Goodnight, sweet friends...

You lie but sleeping

Someday we will meet again, sweet ladies...

Goodnight, sweet friends...

You lie but sleeping

Someday we will meet again

With rosemary green and bright

You're not forgotten, eternal light

Can't fade your memory, dim your light

You've made a difference; you've won your fight

We lift our branches and though we weep

No death could conquer, you only sleep

Goodnight, sweet ladies...

Goodnight, sweet friends...

You lie but sleeping

Someday we will meet again

Goodnight, sweet ladies...

Goodnight, sweet friends...

You lie but sleeping

Someday we will meet again, sweet ladies...

Goodnight, sweet friends...

You lie but sleeping

Someday we will meet again

With rosemary green and bright

You're not forgotten, eternal light

Can't fade your memory, dim your light

You've made a difference; you've won your fight

We lift our branches and though we weep

No death could conquer, you only sleep

Goodnight, sweet ladies...

Goodnight, sweet friends...

You lie but sleeping

Someday we will meet again

Let no voice falter, let die no flame

Let all remember your every name

Let faces turn to the starry sky

Let songs be sung 'til our throats are dry

Let no voice falter, let die no flame

Let all remember your every name

Let faces turn to the starry sky

Let songs be sung 'til our throats are dry

Dry... dry... dry... dry...

[Simultaneously]

Four o'clock, four o'clock...

Never let me sleep...

Four o'clock, four o'clock...

Never let me sleep...

[Simultaneously]

The art of suicide...

Nightgowns and hair...

Curls flying every which where...

[Simultaneously]

I close my eyes and pray for the garish light of day...

Like a frightened child I run from the sleep that never comes...

[Simultaneously]

If I burn you will see the fire in your mind when you sleep...

[Simultaneously]

The pain too pure to hide...

Bridges of sighs...

Meant to conceal lover's lies...

[Simultaneously]

I close my eyes and pray for the garish light of day...

Like a frightened child I run from the sleep that never comes...

[Simultaneously]

Under the arches of moonlight and sky...

Under the arches of moonlight and sky...

"I wrote it down because it was stuck in my head for days I remember every last word," Ivon said.

"I wouldn't have believed you but this is too beautiful for you to write," Jane exclaimed.

"When they're grieving they look like simple-minded fragile little girls, but when they're on a battlefield they are vicious killers who will kill anyone who attempts to harm them,"

Ivon said.

"Now let us get inside its getting cold and looks like there's going to be a snowstorm," Sir Theodore said.

Nobody else realized until he mentioned it and it felt like the area got ten degrees colder. Jane gave the scroll back to sir Ivon and they went inside. Sure enough soon after they went in it started snowing heavily. The storm ran on for several days before a messenger came to tell the king about some very important. Everybody in the castle gathered in the throne room to hear the news.

"King Caradoc this news comes from Kingdoms from the south. It seems the princess snatching has started up again this time more vicious. Their attacks are leaving more dead killing kings, queens, princes, anybody who will stand in their way. Their attacks are also no longer invisible they are smashing through the gates and ripping the daughters from their mothers of all ages. Nobody knows how but it's supposedly only three women who barge in and kill tons snatching the princesses quickly away. They're hastily heading north near here.

"The Kingdoms they have attacked six kingdoms. The kingdom Aragon was attacked first taking they're ten year old daughter Kira. The Kingdome Angevin was next taking they're daughters six year old Jasmine, thirteen year old Reyna, and sixteen year old Reyna. The Kingdom of Hungrahna came three days after taking they're new born daughter Rosemary. Kivan came next taking they're nineteen-year-old daughter Tanika who is ripe with child. Rusman soon after was ambushed and they have taken three year old Savannah, seven year old Azuriah, and nine year old Tallia. Ottoman was the last kingdom attacked that has been reported so far they took fourteen-year-old twins Sonya and Rosalie. They don't even know where they're keeping the daughters because every attack is just the three of them," the messenger finished his voice was full of grief.

The king sat in shock. He didn't know what to think or do he didn't want to lose his little Lavinia the same way he lost his sister.

"I want there to be somebody to be on watch at all times. Gunther will stay at the castle for a while. If they attack we'll need all the help we can get," the king said," Jane go with Gunther to his home to get his things."

The two squires bowed solemnly then ran out. Once they reached the gate the walked in silence to his home. Once they reached his house he opened the door and beckoned Jane inside. Jane gingerly walked in feeling awkward but when she stepped inside she seen the beautiful home she turned and seen. The room was amazing. A dark wood piano sat next to a wall it had a closed notebook propped on it. She looked above it and there were some flowers than a beautiful portrait. There was a an older man who was obviously Magnus he just was thinner then. Next to him was a small boy with gray eyes and black hair to his ears Jane guessed that was Gunther when he was younger. Lastly there was a beautiful younger blonde woman who was knelt down and had her arms wrapped around Gunther's shoulders.

"Is that you're mother?" Jane asked pointing at the blonde woman in the portrait.

"Yes, that portrait was made ten years ago before she left," Gunther said sadly.

"She's beautiful. This painting must have cost a fortune," She exclaimed.

"It didn't cost a cent her friend made it," he said.

She was going to ask more when she saw a young girl walk in a cleaning rag in her hand. She was obviously the maid, which was no surprise to Jane. The girl glanced at Jane then turned to Gunther and spoke in perfect Italian.

"Chi Lei è e perché è qui? (Who's She and Why's she here?)" She asked sternly

"E 'il mio collega Jane scudiero. (She's Jane my fellow squire)" Gunther replied.

"Ma perché lei è qui (But why is she here?)" Her voice stern.

Jane could barely keep up with the conversation because Italian wasn't really her best language she knows but all She new is the girl didn't like the fact she was there.

"Tesoro non essere in questo modo, (Darling don't be this way)" Gunther said.

"Non me cara. Rispondimi, (Don't darling me. Answer me,)" she said.

"Lei è qui perché devo stare al castello per un po ', (She's here because I have to stay at the castle for a little while,)"

"What? Why?" The servant broke into English to Jane's pleasure.

"Lara don't get upset the king's just afraid of an attack," He replied to Lara the servant.

"I'll miss you. I have to go now though mother likes the extra money coming in but she still needs the help at the pub," Lara said wrapping her arms around Gunther's neck.

"It'll be alright I'll come back and spend time with you the moment I can," he replied.

"Fine, goodbye," she sad kissing him then ran out her long light brown wavy hair flowing behind her.

"Was that your lady friend?" Jane said astonished.

"No, I'm just really friendly with the cleaning lady;" his said sarcastically then turned and went up the stares.

"If she's you're girlfriend then why is she also the maid?" She said following him up the stairs.

"Because they're not in the best financial state right now and could use the extra money."

They entered Gunther's room. It was a lot neater than she thought it'd be except for a desk, which was scatter with paper. Jane walked over to the desk and seen that the paper was songs, notes, and drawings some done by him and some by his mother. She picked up one from his mother.

You are my puppy.

You're sad and lost when I'm gone.

You are happy and excited when I'm near.

You say I'm the only one that loves you.

Even though sometimes it seems to be true.

Many others love you too.

In the end you're my little puppy I love you more than the world.

~Mom

"I'd appreciate if you didn't go through my stuff," Gunther said as he packed some stuff.

"I don't understand this though her calling you her little puppy," Jane said walking over with the paper handing it to Gunther.

It made him smile a warm smile that Jane had never seen but it soon turned back to a scowl as he laid the paper on his bed.

"My mother would call me Puppy when I was little. Father hated it he said she treated me like a puppy and she'd admit she did," he said frowning at the thought of his mother, "I'm ready let's head back to the castle."