As Amell admired the beautifully sparkling waterfall behind his nephew's best friend and the spears and swords clashed, Alec lost his concentration on the rod and water because he kept realizing that his best friend was trapped in a bottle in his pocket and hated the thought. Amell refused to move his eyes away from the waterfall that he missed. "This place is absolutely ideal to perfect the basics and fundamentals for harnessing the divine's power as a mortal man. This is especially true for harnessing towards the setting like your family study. Fishing can help with removing stress, improving concentration, boosting confidence in yourself, improving perseverance and it can connect us with nature when we go searching for a few delicious berries when I show you how to roast the fish later, that's if you're alright with fish, kid." Amell explained as he rested his hands on the back of his head. Alec had thoughts of his favorite dishes that included fish his mom loved cooking for the family that he could pull from memory when Derek's uncle finished explaining. "Yep." The youthful Williams replied as he sat gripping onto his rod. Amell held a careless view on his face, the expression that's often on him as he reviewed the mountain and waterfall. "The feelings that diminishes our lemon chiffon?" Derek's uncle asked his nephew's friend. Alec sat on the question to recall the sessions with his parents where he struggles remembering he's heard of it. "Boredom, self-criticism and pusillanimity can diminish our lemon chiffon." The second Williams son answered with the utmost confidence. He leaned over towards his best friend's uncle as he held a curious expression when he whispered to grab his attention. "Like father, like son, when you brought us here unc, you happened to leave out a very important detail about this place when you told us this is the nation's divinely gifted food source, didn't you?" He asked as the expression on his face reminded the elder of the boy's father. Amell admired the waterfall in silence for a moment prior to answering. "I figured it was pretty obvious, Al?" The wayfaring Wiley replied as he shrugged in a manner which reminded Alec of Derek's grandfather. Alec rested his hand on the pocket that held his best friend in a bottle. "I guess. Definitely would have still appreciated it to keep a note. Amell sighed before he admired the soldiers on the training grounds of the lake. "The royal guardiões of the Cabral royalty and is one of the most respectable and fair military forces of each of the continents. The debates going on all over the world about the French's megapolis trio are from folks who haven't spent decades studying and having a verbal bloodbath in each. The philosophy of this nation is beautiful and the flora with its technological advancement makes you want to kiss your grandma on her cheek. I'm sick of the reputation in the other crumb filled countries badmouthing this place and devouring false information." Amell replied determinedly with a slightly angry tone involved. Alec stood momentarily quiet when he finished with a curious expression. "Safe to assume that you have a few friends in this place and if it's worth the time to rant about what others say about it, you got something that Derek could do here while we spend the day at this lake and get— Gray away from this worm bucket and out of my pocket?" Alec responded and questioned hopeful for a positive answer. Amell rested his hand on his bicep before resting his chin on his knuckles with his head down. "Hopefully— they're here and if he's willing to go then I definitely have two incredible friends for him to meet?" Amell began rubbing his chin as he looked thoughtfully in an unspecified direction. Alec grabbed the bottle that held the youthful Wiley in it and stared at his gaseous friend inside with a serious expression. The wayfaring Wiley grabbed the neck of his poncho before he conjured a replica of himself. "Stay put, stay right in that spot, I have to figure a few things out first." Amell responded in a composed manner as he looked towards him before he fused with the replica from Alec's eyes and vanished into thin air. Alec found himself in awe. "I've never seen any of your family do that— he just vanished, Gray." He commented as he held up his bottled best friend next to him. Alec abruptly found himself overwhelmed and covering his eyes when he found himself freefalling in an endless sky with a gray sun then face planting on a piece of beautiful ground. Amell scratched his back and smiled awkwardly when he realized that Alec was right about something that he pointed out earlier. "Latrice and Rute, my nephew; Derek Wiley and Kayden's son; Alec Williams." Amell introduced as he bowed before picking up the bottle that Derek hid in and releasing his nephew. The twin royal guardians equipped curious expressions. The youthful Wiley reverted back into his physical form, as he attempted to move, he swiftly realized his loss of balance as stumbled and fell next to his best friend. "We were in a world with a gray sun and rainstorms?" Derek questioned with a perplexed tone. Amell took a step back as Rute stepped forward. "Rute Caraboloa, seventh son of the sovereign family of New Angola. My pleasure to meet Amell's nephew." Latrice's twin brother introduced himself before he stepped back. Latrice stepped forward afterwards. "Latrice Caraboloa, fourth daughter of the sovereign family of New Angola. What my brother said earlier." Rute's twin sister introduced herself. Derek switched his gaze between the two royal twins while he sat on his butt after he stared at his uncle moments prior. "What are we doing here?" He asked the adults standing in front of him. Amell sauntered towards his nephew as he held a jovial grin as he helped him back on his feet. "Alec and I will be focusing the rest of this and the next few weeks helping him become accomplished with his lemon chiffon share. We'll be working with— a ton of worms so fortunately Latrice and Rute here can confirm that they feel honored to watch over the next Patriarch of our family. The founder has connected our heroic path with many valuable folks over the generations. You'll be staying in this beautiful palace of New Angolan royalty during mine and Alec's sessions." Amell informed his nephew as he noticed his relieved expression planted on his face. Derek nodded as he gazed away. After a short tour to the guest room, Derek couldn't keep his curiosity on its leash after fifteen minutes of familiarizing himself with it. The youthful Wiley found himself exploring New Angolan's palace, directed by staff, stumbling into many that intimidated him as they patrolled the interior. Derek thought of backing away and returning to his room until he remembered advice given to him by one of the Presence siblings making way for words by each to make it into his mind. He proceeded down the corridors, peeking into each room before passing and reading a new label above the doors. He paused and felt interested in a room that he concluded must belong to the staff. Derek froze after noticing Rute was present relaxing on a table. "Sorry. I'll just return back to the guest room and— just don't forget I was here!" He cut through the silence with a nervous tone. Rute spun on the servant's table before vanishing from their sight and appearing before wrapping his arm around the youthful Wiley, halting him. "We were just talking about you and your uncle, pal." He responded as he led Derek out of the servant's room and down the palace's hall. Derek glanced away. "Most of it was good things, right?" The youthful Wiley inquired as he smelled something spectacular being cooked. Rute displayed a slight grin before he snorted. "You would have wanted the compliments and flattery I was throwing to stop. Hey, in the mood for mint chocolate chip ice cream right now?" Rute responded before asking in return. The youthful Wiley's facial expression evinced his excitement for the treat. "The palace might run out by the time ice cream hour is over." He answered before he followed the chuckle filled prince. Rute and Derek nattered away as they bimbled to the palace kitchen from a staircase and through its halls. Rute tossed his ice cream container in the trash mimicking a basketball player's form. "I make it look too easy with that swish!" Rute shouted with enthusiasm and his own celebration. Derek coincidentally looked up from his bowl and ice cream as he shot the container into the kitchen's garbage and kept his thoughts to himself briefly. "How do you make it look so easy?" The youthful Wiley asked briefly, stuttering prior. Rute's smug expression creeped on his face as he gazed over at the palace's trash can. "It's actually quite tortuous if I can keep it a buck with you, it was a mixture of luck and swift questionable calculations with a hint of decent form." Rute confessed with slight disappointment heard in his tone. Derek spooned more of his favorite ice cream from its tub that he sat at his hip. "Not that, sir— I'm just going to finish my ice cream. Forget it." Derek replied and deflected away as he buried himself in his bowl. Rute unintentionally glared at the ceiling. "You meant essentially not cowering away from such a dangerous life I gather, kid?" Rute questioned after a moment of thought. The youthful Wiley nodded without uttering a word. "No matter how great you become, there's something in this world that could send you to Atreshigana in the blink of an eye, am I cowardly?" Derek added before asking away. Rute's expression informed Derek that he had been listening, the youthful Wiley felt inclined to be patient as he seemed to have struggled for an answer. "Latrice is more of the cerebral twin that can answer questions like these with a delicate tone. I'd say that it's great to have fear and recognize that you can't take something on. Recognizing that life's unfair and keeping a reminder of that fact close to keep that brain on its toes can help you last just about into old age." Rute responded until he saw the youthful Wiley's grim expression and implications Rute Gathered through his body language that he didn't understand, "A different god in the pantheon has prominent reverence on this continent but because they're so close the scriptures align in one of the duties commanded by them. Strength. Shouldering the blame and carrying the heavy burdens for those who are weak. While we crumble to dust inevitably becoming forgotten as time progresses, the divine and sashigyenna will be left standing at the end of the story. A divinely given duty helps me cope with the horrors." Rute finished grimly spieling. The youthful Wiley sat quietly yet pondered on his word as he continued to enjoy his mint chocolate chip ice cream.