More thundering hooves down the dark paths that should have been brightly lit, given that the sun was only beginning to set, yet the world around them still seemed to require a lamp so the travelers could see.

Sitting in the carriage that was among the knights who rode down the trail were three people whom the guards were charged with the travels. The group was arranged in an egg-shape, with one being at the fore, guideing the horse-borne group down through the woods. He had the figure of a thin man, with long hair and longer ears. He was an elf who guided the party into another kingdom so they could deliver a permanent item. The three people in the carriage were two men and one woman. The first two, on their own side were a man and a woman known only as 'Majesty' to those who would not meet their status. The queen and her king of the human country the forest split in two.

Here the woods were divided by the human side and the elven side, where the forest ran rampant. The last person in the carriage was their oldest son, the crusader they'd raised.

THere were two types of royalty in those days, the political royalty and the warring royalty. Political royal monarchs are the type who deal in treaties and fine words to meet their goals. The second kind are the kings who ride into battle themselves, rather than come to terms with another mans claim. Their son was a black sheep to their political family.

Not so long ago, the humans had been at war with another country, and it had been by his lead their men had won and returned, while the king had only sent him away out of paranoia. And for good cause; in the warring royal families, succession wasn't just handed down, it was taken. The crusaders name was Dante son of Danttro, who ruled with the spoken word rather than the singing sword.

And again, Dante was being sent away, this time to live among the elves who were more peaceful, to a life forever with their princess, in a position where he would never take power and could never become what he'd shown the capabilities of doing. There, Dante would be forced to give up the sword-weilding battles he'd come to love.

His parents had bound his wrists with rope, and though he probably could have thrown himself out of the carriage if he manuevered carefully enough, Dante was sat calmly across the carriage, his sword still at his hip, though the rope made it impossible for him to be a threat. He sighed as more hooves thundered down the path and they made their way inexorably into the growing darkness that was elf territory.