~ Stealthy as a Street Rat ~
Black boots pounded against the desert sand. Befuddled and bustling people backed away from the dashing prince. Eric kept on running his brisk pace, knowing that he couldn't afford to slow down. If he did, those band of thieves would surly have him for dead. Or they might catch up to him and bargain him off for an abundant amount of gold. He tired his hardest to not think about the negatives about this chase.
Eric had no idea that when he docked to the Arabian port and entered the kingdom of Agrabah, that he would be the cause of this whirlwind chase. He was just passing along through the packed marketplace, when muggers randomly and violently ambushed the unsuspecting prince and dragged him to an abandoned alley way. Eric, with all of his might, tried to fight free from their grasp as the men patted down his clothes to search for valuable goods. Eric was dressed in his normal V- neck, billowy white shirt and tight navy pants. Nothing that screamed out that he was a prince. However, the ruffians continued their search.
One of the ragged men came across his polished flute, tucked in his red cummerbund. Eric struggled against the men's hold as the man who found the flute, gingerly observed it in his grubby hands. With all of the pressure being exerted in his torso, he noticed that this bunch weren't too bright. The men seemed to forgotten to restrain his legs. In a knick of time, Eric kicked and flailed his legs, impacting a few of the thieves. A majority that were holding him down, left their stance to aide the fallen. As soon as they were off, Eric leapt to his feet and darted away.
Now, here he was. Running for his life in the Arabian marketplace. He was supposed to cordially meet Agrabah's royal family. If he could just get these muggers off his tail, then he'll be scot free. In his mind, he formulated a strategical plan to get away from this bunch. Eric spotted a latter in another abandoned alley way. He promptly climbed up the latter, not even daring to glance down to see if they were catching up to him.
He didn't keep track of how many latter he had to climb before getting to the top of the roof, but once he did he did not hear the sound of cries and shouts from the thieves. Eric sighed with relief, finally able to catch his breath. Inferring that the room was empty, Eric stepped in cautiously. His eyes wandered through out the dark filled room. Unaware of his surroundings, his head collided with a wooden plank hanging from the roof.
"Ow!" he cried in pain, rubbing his throbbing forehead. He winced in pain, closing his eyes tightly. What was a wooden plank doing up there? Unbest known to him, another person, r rather another prince, was in the room.
