The Storyteller1987

The Storyteller:
And for a day and a night the princess ran, stumbled, fled untill she dropped. Dropped into a dead sleep. And when she woke she saw three ravens before her. Or perhaps she dreamt it, because they spoke to her. 'Sister,' they seemed to say, 'we are trapped, help us.'

Princess:
How? How can I help you?

The Storyteller:
'You must keep silent. You must not speak to a single soul for three years, three months, three weeks, and three days. Only then can the spell be broken.'

Princess:
Then I shall not speak.