The well-dressed girl took a deep breath as she passed through the crumbling doorway, arriving at the most breathtaking place in the castle. Nevermind that the breathtaking part was the sickening smell. A crumbling castle dungeon- frightening any way you look at it. The girl shivered, feeling a chill from the open ceiling, the roof having caved in years ago.

She shuddered, leaning against the bars of the one functional cell. Another girl sat inside, most likely the same age the first, with a dismal expression. "He- hello?" The first girl called.

The girl in the cell turned to face the other and with bared teeth shot the first girl with a venomous look. "What do you want?" she asked sourly.

The girl in the cell looked fierce, almost as strong as one of the castle knights. Her face was covered in grime and she wore torn clothes. However the first girl supposed that's what came of being a palace servant.

"My name is Princess Sora," The first girl said, doing her best to dispel all fear. If only I were more like Soren! She thought, then I wouldn't be so scared right now.

"Yes and I suppose you've come to gawk at the misbehaving servant girl," the girl in the cell said with venom.

Sora shrunk back. Her voice wavering she asked, "Well A- are you going to tell me your name?"

The girl scoffed scoffed. In a mocking tone she said, "As if I have any reason to, your highness."

"Please?" The girl shook her head. "Pretty please?" She turned to face the wall, leaving Sora to slump in defeat.

"Fine," Sora said, "If you won't tell me today I'll be back tomorrow."

The next day Sora returned and tried again. And the day after that. And the day after that. And another day after that. She came back day after day after day for a long while, still unsuccessful.

Luck was never on her side.