The White Whistle

    The White Whistle hovered mysteriously upon its pedestal, not touched, nor played in one thousand years. Finally, after that much time of digging, Prince Windward emerged from the ceiling of the whistle's chamber. He let a rope down from his emergence and climbed down. The whistle's awesome power vibrated through his hand as it neared.
    Once he grabbed it, he could envision perfectly his reclamation of the throne. Squires and subjects would dance to his merry tune once again, and the people would cheer at the removal of Archmage Archibald from the throne, who only controlled the people of Wooden Wind through the sour notes of his cacophonous magic.
    Prince Windward gave the whistle a toot, and once he confirmed this was in fact the White Whistle of the legends, he ascended the rope and began his arduous climb back through the tunnel. He'd have plenty of time to plan his musical assault in reclamation of his own kingdom.