Saving Diana *ON HOLD*

~~Three~~

"Sir! This is urgent! Diana is missing! There is no trace of her disappearance, other than a ring of burnt carpet near her desk and bed. It is also near her window. I believe that a dragon came and took her. Before he grabbed her in his ferocious jaws, he sent a ball of fire into her room, through the window, to scare her. You know how girls are, so easily frightened!" The royal squire Timothy waved his hands around frantically.

"I highly doubt she'd be scared of a dragon. She was most likely relieved. I know she detests Richard, and today was supposed to be their wedding! She may say sixteen is too young for marriage but I think it would be the perfect time for her to learn how to rule a country like The Trinity Isles.  Ask the maids to see if there was anything left behind at all, or if the dragon torched everything. While you assist the maids, I will be discussing with Richard's father about a new wedding date and a means to save Diana. Please excuse me, and carry on with your nonsense," King Charles exited in a huff.

He had lost his wife to a terrible illness sixteen years ago, and he had just lost his daughter to a dragon's wrath. He would never be able to replace his Queen or his Princess, so now, he was left alone. We pondered about who would take rule of the country once he passed on, which would be so soon, considering he was slightly over forty years of age. His time could be cut even shorter, since there were stories floating about of a terrible plague that started on rats, and killed people by the thousands. This plague had spead all over England, and was beggining to stretch its murderous arms all over Europe. Soon, it would hit the Trinity Isles, located deep in the Mediteranean sea. If they did not work fast, the whole country, would die.

Timothy, quite flustered, ran up the stairwell to the Princess's room. "Maids, King Charles has ordered us to search for any more evidence. If you have found anything that may seem suspicious, or give a hint as to what happened, please step forth with the evidence," Timothy belted out to the ladies. Everyone resumed searching the drawers, except Elizabeth.

Elizabeth shyly shuffled up to Timothy and handed him a piece of paper. "What is this?" Timothy demanded.  He unfolded the piece of paper, and what he saw, shocked him.

"King Charles! King Charles!" Timothy frantically burst down the stairwell. The piece of paper was grasped tightly between his thumb and forefinger, and his orange red hair was stuck right to his head. His piercing green eyes almost glowed in the dark of the unlight stairwell, and he was greeted by a stressed King.

"What is it! Can't you see I'm trying to think of a resonable way to calm myself down! I-" King Charles stopped short when he saw what was written on the piece of paper. "A time machine? A TIME MACHINE! WHAT WAS MY DAUGHTER DOING BUILDING A TIME MACHINE!" King Charles yelled, insanely outraged. He couldn't believe it. His daughter had built a time machine! He couldn't have it. The idea of building a time machine was for lunatics like DaVinci. His daughter was a proper young lady, not an ubsurd lunatic! He collapsed on his bed.

He ushered Timothy out, and layed on his bed in a deep thought. His duaghter built a time machine? But daughters who were supposed to be princesses were confident and held their heads on their shoulders. Princesses spent time perfecting their posture and choosing proper outfits to adress their country in. Princesses didn't lose their mother near after birth. Princesses didn't detest their future husband. Princesses didn't play in mud. Princesses didn't want to escape. Princesses were flawless.

He bolted upright in bed. Diana was the opposite. She wasn't a proper princess. She built this time machine to get away from Richard and the forced marriage, to get away from her forced duty as a princess, to get away from his constant critisisms. He knew what he had to do.

24 hours later...

A carriage pulled up to the front of the castle. King Peter and Prince Charles, along with their court jester Robert. The guards ushered them into a large room set with luxurious chaise lounges and chairs in red satin, and ebony tables and bookshelves. They all sat across from King Charles, who was seated in a large plush chair.

"As you know," King Charles stood and began pacing infront of the table, "My daughter Princess Diana, has gone missing. We believe that either a dragon has taken her to his realm, or she has built a time machine. This paper we found, written in Diana's handwriting, of a sketch of a time machine. We believe that she constructed this, and then, took off. We have no indication of where she went, or how she got there. My best guess of how to save her from whatever danger she got in, would be to re-create her time machine, and follow her tracks. She possibly could have left anymore tracks of where she went.

"I leave this duty to you, Prince Richard, and your jester Robert. We will assist you in re-creating the time machine, and finding any more clues of where she went. Once you embark on your first destination, you are on your own. Please accept my request, and I will knight you in the Trinity Isles."

"Oh yes I will. Anything to save your beloved and beautiful daughter," Prince Richard replied.

"Good. We will start building the time machine tomorrow."