On a lone tree branch hung a young boy a few feet away from the ground below. He was Daring Charming, reduced to a six year old child. Not long before, a mischievous witch, who was disguised as a fan, had interrupted his afternoon jog around the Enchanted Forest. She offered a refreshing drink, which the prince gratefully took without a second thought. Within moments of taking a few gulps, a puff of smoke surrounded him, and just like that, he was now how he appeared in childhood. The spell had also left him with no recollection of anything past his current age.
“I’ll get you, you mean old witch!” Daring yelled after the cackling woman, who was already making her leave. She had suspended him by the boy’s sweater vest. Cheeks red with frustration, he struggled and kicked the air in an attempt to escape, but the only thing that accomplished was knocking his crown off.