“Mom! Mom! When will I fall in love?” Zara tugged at her mothers skirt impatiently. “When the time is right.” She answered calmly every time this question bugged Zara. But now as Zara sits on the window sill of her cursed tower and stares at the princ-less landscape beneath Shes starting to doubt her mother’s accuracy. Her lovely kingdom is now burned to the ground her mother dead. So maybe she was wrong. And if she was wrong it means there’s no one to help Zara but herself. She took the bottom of her lamp at tried to brake the enchanted glass but to no avail. Her anger rose as she continued to hit the glass. But then she remembered the walls probably aren’t inchanted. She positioned her foot just right so she can hit one of the looser bricks. And then another and another using the lamp to brake them away. Eventually she made a hole big enough to pass through. She was sweaty and her feet ached but she didn’t care the power was hers. She tied her spare clothes together and threw herself down. She might have hurt her angles but as adrenaline rushed through her vains she didn’t care.