Ship Wrecked.

         Looking around the dark ---- eerie--- castle the young prince winced a little bit grabbing tightly to his side--- a puncture wound there from when he was climbing up the moutnian. Groaning out in pain, he felt blood seep through his fingers as he found a pole, sliding down to his butt, he leaned there letting the cool press into his flesh. "Hello, anyone out there?" He called out letting his voice echo--- softer and softer it went as it travailed throughout the place. "My name is prince Eric, and I was washed ashore from the storm that was brewing outside." He started again taking in a deep breath letting it out slowly. "I saw your castle and needed shelter from the storm, I do not know how or who helped me survive.... but please if anyone is here, I need help." Even though this was not his home--- he didn't feel any different except for the fact that he was bleeding out and bruised from being tossed around in the waves.

         Slipping further and further down he finally reached the floor and hit his head as he blacked out--- passing out in-- the loss of blood caused him to faint. Clank clank clank..... Were the sounds of heals that passed him. "Here he is, take him to get that wound stitched up." A castle maiden told the men. Hoisting him into his arms they brought the prince to the infirmary. Laying him down on the bed, the men left and allowed the doctor fix him right up. After a few hours of being out of it, the dark haired prince awoke-- his vision blurred-- yet he made it out that he was in the clinic of the castle. Trying to sit up the maiden rushed to his side and hushed him. "No no, young prince. Please do not move, the stitches." She cooed at him. Her English was broken and she covered him back up with the blanket.

         "The castle mistress will be here soon." she nodded and headed out of the room quickly. Entering right after she left was a tall woman---elder then he was for sure----- and took a seat in the chair by his bed. "Ah, young Prince Eric, I hope my maiden made you comfy." She said sitting with one leg over the other. Eric winced slightly and sat up to the best of his knowledge. "Yes, I will be out of here... I just do not recall what had happened." he mentioned to who he assumed was the mistress of this dark place. Coughing a little bit he groaned, holding onto his side where the wound was. He was in so much pain, and needed more rest since the medicine was in full affect still. Flashes of red came through his mind and there it was he knew someone... or something saved him and placed him ashore. Lifting his head he looked over to the woman.

         "A red headed woman, that is who had saved me." He recalled, in shock. "I do not remember where she went or where she came, but I do know she had bright red hair, like a fire engine. And her face, soft---- a little bit sun kissed--- and then nothing else." He mentioned and the woman simply stood up and patted his good shoulder. "I will see you have clothes, and a room to stay in dear prince... please get your rest and we will try to find this mysterious woman to grant her a reward." She said and walked out of the room, with all the answers she needed, a evil smile fell on her elderly features. Licking his dry lips, Eric slid back down and looked to the ceiling. Wondering who this woman was.