Paradise, that's what it is. Lush green trees and shrubbery. Beautiful clear water trickling over smooth stones on the riverbed. Colorful fish swim lazily along in the current occasionally hiding under a large lily pad with a full bright pink flower on top. the breeze makes small ripples and waves on the water's surface, that shimmer and sparkle in the pleasant sunlight. Massive white pillars tower above us. Intricately carved with the history of this land. They rise higher and higher into the sky. I have to strain my neck to see the top. A shove in between my shoulder blades reminds me that I'm not here to enjoy the scenery. I take a step forward. there are strong men standing sentry all around me. I again struggle against the rough rope binding my wrists, still raw from my escape attempt last night. No, I am a prize, captured by none other than Prince Vincent of Galamore, my sworn enemy.
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