The sun shone upon the busy town of Loria. It was a beautiful day, perfect for all of the bustling and rumors floating about. Shuffling bodies and running children filled the streets as excited voices filtered through the crowds. "He's here!" "Are you sure? On the day of the festival?" "Yes, he's in the bar!" "Who's here, the prince?" "The Informant!" Now, there was a legend of a very strange tree that existed in their wonderful kingdom of Aliana. Supposedly this tree could grant any wish. However, because of all of the bloodshed, only those with a pure heart could have their wishes granted. Most disregarded this rumor until a strange person appeared saying that they knew where the Wishing Tree was. This informant traveled from town to town, following the same routine in each and every one. Banners welcoming the crown prince strung across the town. Shopkeepers opened their wares to the various tourists travelling through at the time. The inns were completely sold out, all the rooms booked. Whispers of the young prince and the informant mingled into the air. The local tavern was extremely rowdy and filled to the brim. Waitresses struggled to wade through the crowds, holding their trays far above their heads. In the corner a young woman of 26 swirled her cup, watching the crowd in disinterest. A mask covered most of her face, leaving only her eyes and up visible. Gold eyes followed drunken movements, resisting the urge to scoff. She shook her head, short silver hair flouncing around her. Every town it was the same.