The two suns were kissing the horizon, the sky was painted in a calming orange hue. People below were getting ready to close shop for the day.
A beautiful palace came into view, the place was built using white stone. Anybody who worked there as a cleaner must have had their work doubled for them. But it seems they did a great job, the stone looked good as new.
A young man walked through the gates and the guards opened the doors for him to enter. He was adorned with what looked like the most expensive armour, his red hair was short and well groomed. His piercing blue eyes were cold and fatigued.
He stood in front of a large door as though contemplating whether he wanted to enter. If he was scared, his face didn't show it.
"You may enter, Henry." A voice from within the room sounded.
