Krip was pacing his throne room, angered by two things. One being the fact that Tree, Krip’s twin brother, had taken his memory crystal, and second that Mortimer, Krip bodyguard and best friend, hadn’t answer his summon. Krip was slender, even for an elf. He was a very pale peach color in the skin and had pale ocean blue eyes. Over his left eye he had a large pink scar from the fighting he had to do with his father, the former king, when the banishment took place. Finally when Krip could bear waiting no longer, the doors burst open bearing a cursing, and slightly yawning, Mortimer. She stopped suddenly in front of Krip and yelled, “Kriptonite, you ungrateful, curse of a princible. Princible, thought Krip, we have been friends for years and she still thinks of me as her princible. Krip looked down to regain his confidence and then said, “Tree has stolen my memory crystal. I need your expertese.” Mort rolled her eyes but she couldn’t deny her princible. She followed Krip to the stables to pick up the horses.