The Story of a Prince
Chapter 1 – A Fatefull Meeting
	Rescye looked around the forest, his deep brown eyes searching for the faint noise that seemed to echo off the trees around him.  His pointy, elven ears twitching; straining to hear another faint noise that could possibly help him pinpoint the person he could sense was watching him. His long hair, tied back in a ponytail, was gently swaying with the soft winds that flowed through the woods.  He was aware that if he would have to fight anyone, his one weakness would be his long hair.  When tied back as it was now, it reached all the way down to his waist.  Anyone, or even anything, could easily take hold of it, and force him to his knees.