Morpheus and Aureus landed at the peak of one of the highest mountains in the southern mountain ranges surrounding the kingdom. It was so high that the air was cold and thin, its slope so steep a normal human would probably take a week of climbing to reach the top of the mountain.
'But it's beautiful…'
Aureus let his golden eyes roam the vicinity. The mountain had nothing but rocks and boulders, but it was tranquil and secluded, the kind of place he and his mother both liked.
When he was a child, he remembered that he and his mother would travel from place to place, thus they had no permanent residence, but they would often build their homes on places like this—particularly on caves at the top of the mountain surrounded by a sea of clouds. They loved to spend time in such high places where they had freedom to use their powers without the humans living on the flatlands noticing their existence. Away from the world, such peaceful days those were.
