The Phantom Prince

[MAJOR WIP]

Prologue: The Newspaper
Prancing Snarkyfeet was not an average eagle. She was old, grizzled, and battle-scarred, faded scars across her legs from the sharp edges of orange crystals buried in the sand. Her den was full of past treasures collected from the desert, rows of crystals on each shelf. Some had opinions that she was a traitor. Others say she was a loyal hero.

Before you ask, Prancing isn’t dead. She almost lost a wing in a long-winded war against the Phantoms, however. “Corruption,” she said whenever she was asked how the mysterious purple scars formed.

There was only one thing everyone knew about her, and was correct about: She had never collected a purple shard in her entire life.

But why was that? Did she run out of time? Uncooperative teammates?

Most likely. There was one artifact she truly was searching for. The statue of the Phantom Prince. She knew by heart it could’ve been exposed by the Lines of Power.