A heart of beauty
The warm smile of the Princess as she played in the flowery field brought peace to the Prince. He watched her pick pure white flowers and carefully weave them into a lovely crown. A shadowy mist slowly drifted along the edges of the clearing, and as she worked it creeped ever close. An alarm rose in the Prince's mind and he tried to call out but no sound escaped his throat. The princess turned to him now and he reached his arms vainly to his young sister but the distance between seemed to stretch impossibly long. Dark hands emerged from the mist encircling the young girl. A flash of light reflected off a glossy spiraled horn as the hands pulled her screaming into the darkness. Startled the Prince bolted up in his bed sweat clinging to his bare chest. A servant was knocking furiously on his door yelling something about urgent news. He lifted a shaky hand to his forehead. The Princess, his sister, had gone missing in the night.