Prince Dementia slept soundly in his bed until a flash of light crept through his eyelids. It awoke him and nothing but the night greeted him. The windows were gloriously shaded and the light shone in through them like a beacon of gloom from the moon. Prince Dementia became disenchanted by the circumstance and attempted to fall back asleep. Then his name was yelled into his face by the tiny, petite Peg the Faerie. When the name of his was called out by the unbeknownst voice he flew into a panic, let out a feminine holler, and pulled the blankets over his startled, pale, and stiff body.
By this time Catherine had reached her pistol and was pointing it at Peg. “Why is this necessary?” She asked, unamused.
Peg tried explaining to them, “The time has come for you to prove your worth at last!” The two humans in the room were confused by the excited tone of her voice.
The Prince came out from his blanket shield. “What is this talk?” He demanded to know.