Ok... I wrote out the next two posts. So here goes with the first one.
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"Lacara," the prince, Alexander, whispered to himself. He paced the length of his room, which really wasn't that large. "Lacara," he whispered again. This time he stopped and fell backwards on to his bed. He stared at the stone ceiling with his peircing blue eyes. The prince, who had just turned 21 three months earlier, hazed into the unknown, daydreaming. Who is she? She seemed so mysterious. Then it hit him like a ton of bricks, "The Census!" He got up and ran out the door. He passed through numerous halls and up two winding staircases.
Finally Alex came to a plain solid oak door, which curiously had no knob. He laid his hand on i, letting the door know he was of royal blood. The door swung open with any effor on his part. He slid off his black leather knee high boots and lay them by the door. He wiggled his toes on the soft blue matted carpet within the room. In the center of the room was a large oak table, which was covered in thick books, which were almost two of his hands high. He grabbed a black one with blue caligraphy L's cover it's surface. He flipped it oven and scanned the pages. He came to the place where Lacara should have been by alphebetical first names, but it was absent. "She must be in here!" But apparently she was not.
Finally realizing this, Alex decided to asked the roayl magician to help him find her with the help of what he remember her appearance to be. To the west tower, he thought.
As he stepped out of the room the lights dimmed and the door shut tight behind him. He slid his boots back on and began walking again. First he had to go down to go up. He found the nearest stairwell and desended down the cold stone stairs. There was almost five hundred uneven steps to this seemingly never ending stair, but when he reached the bottom he would be to the deepest know part of the Maquia palace.