Arthur looked at the shiny, silver blade. "I could," he whispered as his tears stopped but still soaked his face. He wiped his nose and put the kitchen knife back in the drawer.
Arthur trudged back to his room with lifeless eyes.
He turned to notice his stuffed animals once more and huddled in the corner of his room snuggling each one.
"Its all I have," Arthur wept into the cotton of his bunny.
Suddenly when Arthur looked at his animals, they didn't seem as thought they were dolls. Arthur became drowsy and dozed off as he met his huggable companions in Vista.
Arthur opened an eye to reveal a field with ruins scattered about different places with different meanings.
He found himself staring at a girl. This girl was a bunny. She bowed in his presence with her tattered dress hanging in the slightest off her shoulder.
"Welcome." She spoke softly. "We've awaited your presence, young prince."
