There he was tracking down his mischievous brother that does nothing but terrorise those who do not give what is wanted. Whishing all that was done could be undone but whishing seemed useless. Finally he could see what his brother has been up to and saw trouble. He stretched out for his magic harp and stroked one note and could already see a problem, he could see the princess incarcerated and buried in three blankets and said one thing, wow she is pretty.

her savior