Prince blinked back tears. He had searched five castles high and low in two days but remained empty-handed. He was beside himself with rage.

Prince blinked back tears. He had searched five castles high and low in two days but remained empty-handed. He was beside himself with rage.
“Could time efface the unwanted memory?” Prince murmured.
“Huh? Could memory be unwanted?” the girl was confused.
“Do you feel anxious about following Prince’s lead without knowing where he would take you?” asked the girl, “or constantly expecting more magic without knowing when, or searching for the enchanted spell without knowing why and how?”
Prince was a headstrong fairy-tale castle chaser and Bass was a dreamy, yet obdurate idealist demanding precise details of everything about sound. They were not the only two. There was a stubborn pride inherited in each and every magical creature on earth.
The girl decided to bid farewell to Prince when the train reached the Potsdam Bahnhof. She liked her new beastie friend, but she did not like his lectures as much.
When she was alighting from the train, she was distracted right away.
“Guten Tag. Ist hier noch frei?” a seven-foot-tall hairy green beast asked politely in German as he approached an empty seat on the InterCity Express train heading towards Berlin.
“Guten Tag,” the girl returned without much thought about it, “ja.”
Fancy a short story before Christmas? Have you ever wondered what it’s like to travel with magical creatures in our no-magic world? This is a story about believing again… and of course, lots of selfies with the beasts while travelling in the beautiful Deutschland…