"What do you want old man ?", said the young woman in armour, as she entered through the door. "Xanthe, I told you to behave, you're not a little girl anymore and you're of royalty, so act like it !", said father. My eyes weren't deceiving me, it was none other than the Xanthe I knew and she had grown to become a charming young woman. "Why was she here and how is it possible that she's also of royalty", I thought. She gazed over our way for a while before looking away, as if seeing us for the very first time. I could tell that she was as shocked as I was but mom didn't seem as surprised, she knew exactly what was happening, also looking back all these people didn't seem to care about how I looked, how different I was.
"Youngest, this is your family", he said while while pointing at the people we had seen earlier. He then proceeded to introduce every single person in the room, from Xanthe the first born child and father's only daughter, she was my sister. She had lost her mother at a young age, her mother was the first queen of all Colossals and father's childhood sweetheart. The older woman was Naveah, the second wife and held the title of first queen, she was of royal descent (arranged marriage), her son Joaquin was the young man that looked like father, he was also my eldest brother. The beautiful woman was Caitriona, the the third wife and was the second queen, she held the title of the prettiest woman in Caelum and her son Keane, was my second eldest brother. Xanthe and I were siblings, it all made sense now, she once said mother used to be one of their servants.
Mother interrupted, "my son still doesn't have a name". The women and their sons frowned, as if mother had committed an unspeakable sin, father laughed it off. " You've changed Rhea, fine, from now on the boy's name shall be Tiny", he said, the women and their sons couldn't resist the urge to laugh. "The reason, I've gathered you all here today was to tell you that, from next month the battle of successor will commence", he said. The throne room went silent, as everyone suspected father of going mad, the battle of successor could only occur, when the current successor had passed on. "Unlike my ancestors, you will fight while I still live I'll personally shape the next king to be worthy of the throne, so from today onwards every single one of you shall become rivals", he said. Only one of us could succeed the throne meaning everyone else had to die, I could see mother and the other women panic, no parent wanted to lose a child. "Heavy is the head that wears the crown, is your head as heavy, Tiny, I'll promise you right here and now, if you succeed the throne, your mother will never kneel to anyone ever again and I'll give you a name, worthy of the ruler of Colossals", he said before he burst out laughing. He was so loud, it echoed through the room.