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Startled, the Prince drew back so violently on his reins that his horse reared, unseating him before thundering off down the trail amid snorts and neighs. The Prince made a mad grab at the tree limb before falling in a most undignified heap upon the ground, the chrysalis landing beside him. As he sluggishly opened his eyes, he was amazed to discover the piquant face of an irritated sprite glaring at him with large azure blue eyes from a crack in the gossamer shell.
For a moment they stared disbelievingly at each other before the disgruntled sprite busied itself with escaping its ruined cocoon, mumbling to itself in an odd language punctuated with the name “Tweek.”