[Author's POV]
The palace of the Tamerlaine empire was famous for its magnificence and splendor decorations spread all over the castle, adding to the fineness of that 300 hundreds-year-old building. When the tip-toe of Portia's feet touched the cobblestone pavement road, she could feel that rough texture even though she was wearing flat leather shoes.
She continued walking with her arms spread wide open, and her finger reached the tip of rose petals on the green-moss bushes alongside the paved road. She walked at a slow pace, and a little grin seemed to appear on her petite face. She imagined she was a knight on a long escapade to the Neverland, with a mission to find the lost prince and bring him back to the court.
Without warning, Portia stopped.
Her short leg stopped hopping from one cobble to another cobble as she suddenly posed rigidly like a statue with a straight face.
She arrived there—in Neverland, where the lost prince was gone, and she must track the trace of him.
