The Prince Who Stole Music

CHAPTER ONE

Today was the day .

Prince woke at dusk, while the moon was still watching over the kingdom of Valar. He could not contain the excitement that was bubbling up inside him.

The previous night, Prince had dreamed of the biggest crowds cheering his name, the brightest fireworks, the most extravagant party, and the loudest Happy Birthday. Today, Prince was turning eighteen years old and he was absolutely electrified and eager to receive the best birthday celebration the kingdom had ever seen. Prince dressed himself in the grandest velvety robe he had, flung open his stained glass windows and breathed in the crisp morning air. He overlooked the endless rolling hills of his kingdom. He grinned to himself at the thought of all of his people singing him Happy Birthday; what a celebration it would be! He sharply turned on his heel and strutted across the room towards his mirror on the wall. It glimmered in the light which stretched through the open window. Prince took a few moments to check himself in the golden mirror. His chestnut- brown hair was perfectly swooped to the side, his smile twinkled like a million shining