Let there be not a drop of magic in my world, but my fiancé is still there—we’re getting married soon. So take me home immediately! What? You need to pay for my return? Fine, fine—I’ll earn your miserable thousand doubloons. You say those are huge money? No problem, I’m hardworking—I’ve got plenty of it… Oh, and who did I just brutally hit on the forehead with a stick? And why does he have vertical pupils? Sorry—what did you say… A dragon? Oops… Mommy, save me!