“The troll took him!” Kathryn said desperately. “It took him into the forest I have to do something!” Sara nodded and sighed.

“I thought you might feel that way.” She said sadly. “So I brought you a few things.” She put down a bag on the bed that Kathryn hadn’t noticed before.

“What do you mean?” Kathryn asked surprised. “Your letting me go after him?” She asked. Sara nodded.

“I wouldn’t be able to stop you if I tried.” She said. “So I’m making sure that you have a few extra things to help you on your way. First off. This bag.” She handed it to her. “It will fit anything you need into it, and never weigh more then it does now. This was passed down from your great grandmother.” She handed it to her and then she took out a purse. “Put your money in here so that it cant be stolen.” She said handing that to her as well. “Take your slippers with you when you go, they’ll help in times of need. Make sure you pack lots of bread and food. There’s also a few changes of cloths in that pack for you.” She said. “Oh, and Tituren is waiting near the forest.”

“Tituren?” She asked, it sounded like a funny name.

“He’s a wizard.” Sara said, then she hugged her tightly. “Be safe little one.” She whispered, and she kissed her on the forehead brushing a tear out of sight before leaving.

For the second time that night she sat feeling confused, and wanting the world to slow down. She waited until all the hall lights were extinguished before packing the glass slippers and her two other dresses in the bag and slinging it over her shoulder.

She crept into the kitchen and packed three loafs of bread, some cheese, and a bit of meet. Then hurried off to meet the wizard next to the forest. She stood outside, freezing, looking for some sign of them, but no sign came. No one was in sight. She felt a cloak drop onto her shoulders and looked up. A boy was floating just above her, he lowered himself to the ground and looked her up and down. He had black hair and eyes, and wore black cloths to match these features.

“Your young princes.” He said as his feet gently touched the ground.

“Who are you?” She asked feeling scared.

“I’m Tituren, you can call me Ren if you like. I’m a wizard.” He said, Kathryn looked him up and down and shook her head.

“You don’t look like a wizard.” She said quietly. He smiled and shrugged.

“Well I’m an apprentice wizard really. I came here with my mentor. He put up your Wheel for you.”

“So your not a real wizard?” She asked. He rolled his eyes.

“Are you a real human?” He asked and then he turned around and began walking through the woods. She hurried to follow after him.