The prince circled the tree, looking for a foothold to begin his climb. However, at his small height the tree was smooth as glass. “How?” he called, hoping the voice would answer. Instead, it stopped abruptly, and the tree became still.

Moments later, a golden bird, no larger than a robin, appeared in the highest branches of the tree. It perched at the end of a branch and gazed at the prince briefly. The bird then took flight, circling a bit before landing on the ground at the prince’s feet.

I am sorry. It is sometimes difficult for me to remember that your form lacks wings.

The prince did not understand. He hadn’t heard anyone speak, but this voice had appeared in his mind, clear as a bell.

Do not worry. This seems to be a better way for us to communicate, my normal voice seemed to frighten you.

The prince watched the bird with confusion and no small amount of terror. How was this possible?

The bird spoke once more. Follow me, it told the prince as it took flight, and despite his fear he obeyed.