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"There is no easy way from the earth to the stars” -Secena Sun shinning, blue sky, soft wind. The world was at peace. Everyone going on with their daily lives. The castle glistened in the sunlight, sounds of footsteps echoing in the calmness of the halls. "If I need to sign another piece of paper I'm going to throw myself off the balcony." Vashle rested his head back against the chair he sat on. He had reached his peak of age, his dark hair was starting to fade in its color, a few gray strands appearing here and there, yet still looking healthy and strong. His horns made him look intimidating, his outfit had a bit too many medals, to which he complained would drag him down the stairs one day when he was much older. "You'll live." Katherine smiled, sitting next to him. She was older, but still looked stunning, wearing rubies and semi-formal attire. The politicians stood in front of him ready to start. "Hold on, where's Astrid?" Vashle asked. "She was practicing her Keyblade Wielding techniques. She should be here in any moment." Katherine assured. "Alright...now..." An annoyed expression appeared on Vashle's face. "Where's Dante?" The horse ran across the streets, being careful to not bump into anyone, jumping over carts and boxes in the way. People quickly got out of the way as the white stallion covered in glistening armor jumped across the cobblestone street. It head across the bridge of the river and straight to the plains and woodlands of the capital. Its rider a young man of 21 years of age. His hair spiked, colored turquoise, his eyes as red as blood and his skin as pale as the snow. The guards watched in amusement as the young prince didn't even mind wearing his status symbol on his head, spreading his arms as the horse ran across the valley, as if trying to fly. "(I miss home. Our real home.)"