Abel appeared on the path leading to the inside of the castle. He stood under a bright sun but the wind was slightly chilly. He realized that he was standing alone. He had a bunch of people to welcome him. As he walked, the path was filled with people besides him who were playing the trumpets on his entry. As he got near the stairs he lifted his head and saw his father and mother waiting for him with a smile. The king of Cobarde was standing with a scarf of fur around him and the queen stood with a cape. Abel climbed the stairs, put the bag down and hugged his mother. The king raised his hand and the trumpet stopped.
"I can't even begin to tell how much I cried when I remembered you and was angry at myself when I forgot you," The Queen said, placing her hand on his cheek and looking into his eyes.
"It is not your fault, magic is above all of us," Abel said.
"Sir," Abel said, taking a step to the side and looking at his father.
