As he got closer to the cell with the beacon in it, he started to see a soft, warm glow. It was a bit jarring, but welcome in the darkness of the dungeons
He finally got close enough to see his first glimpse of the beacon. His back was facing him, sitting with his legs tucked under him, and the prince could see two large, soft, downy wings. Small moths and butterflies fluttered around him, attracted to his soft light. He heard footsteps and turned his face towards the door of the cell
