There was an establishment that conveyed an aura of solemnity, built with splendid architecture. The individuals marched in order and without delay. The disciplined attitude was notable.
There were carved murals and the light was natural, running through countless hallways. Vision was limited, so one wouldn't really perceive its size at first, but from the length of its hallways it was intuitive.
Most beginners and guests would be easily overwhelmed because of it; Therefore, it was neither strange nor considered disrespectful to observe people studying or reciting as they headed to their destination.
But there was a variable that broke this image violently. The tranquility caused by silence was destroyed in seconds by a storm in human form.
Brooches came undone, hair flew and shirts unbuttoned... Anyone would mistake him for a lustful demon.
But no, this was a young adult who was running with all his might. His concentration only stimulated the muscles in his legs, without having time to apologize or stop.
However, his actions did not only affect externally, but also himself; His appearance was a mess, his hair was messy, and his expression was a dance between different emotions. His previous good looks, an appearance characterized by exuding refined and poetic feelings, had disappeared into nothingness.
He didn't really remember when he started rushing, but he maintained at all times what he had to announce, without the slightest intention of forgetting it.
His unruly and poorly educated appearance had already formed prejudices in others who did not understand his unfortunate situation. Shortly after, it would be recognized as 'Cemetery without a feather'.
But he had no intention of saving space in his mind for such stupid thoughts. With his saliva rising and falling, he finally reached his destination, who had deprived him of his banner of how to act.
In front of him were tall doors made of refined wood. At the top, above all things, was a carved family crest of nobility. A work without parallel, full of the sense of art.
Immediately, fixed his appearance with light touches to his hair and clothes, trying to look presentable. Taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, he finally knocked rhythmically on the door three times.
His eyes flashed with a hint of hesitation, but his expression hardened and a smile was planted on his lips.
That was a special sign, which was especially noted in their training for emergency cases. Practically 96.7% of events could not enjoy such treatment.
That's why he opened the door to its maximum capacity, because of the anxiety he was trying to hide. Normally, one would have to wait for a confirmation of their welcome, but in such cases, it was not necessary.
In there, it was a drab room. There were only office objects and an old man sitting impassively.
A cold gaze was lodged between his two eyebrows, conveying a feeling of power and authority. He was an old man with white hair and beard, with a permanent frown.
Faced with the unexpected visitor, he looked away from the various documents on his table, directing it to the uninvited guest. With that action covered in simplicity, he caused an inquisitive and deep gaze to fall on the young man, who broke out in cold sweat.
"What is your purpose for interrupting at this hour?" The old man uttered while arranging the documents with light movements.
The young man received invisible pressure, a product of his respect for him. He quickly knelt down, keeping his palms on his thighs, with a lowered gaze to unfold the facts before the old man.
I didn't know if I dared look directly at the old man or hesitated without apparent end.
"Good afternoon, my Lord. The facts to be reported definitely expropriate me of all guilt due to my violent and untimely entry." The young man pronounced, with a bit of insight in explicitly hiding possible escapes between his words.
"As you know, today the triennial meeting took place, a tradition of our ancestors. But an uncontrollable variable arose, which definitely cannot wait for the official report of all the participants." He said quickly. Outwardly he was disheveled but he was still in his right mind, managing to express the information structurally.
At this, the old man grabbed and massaged his massive beard thoughtfully. Several unknowns had already arisen in his mind: Has an unfortunate event happened? Has anyone interceded in the test? Has any mishap occurred? Did something happen to the sacred artifacts? Outstanding results?
"And there has been a result that calls for a performance beyond the outstanding. Unique in history, the first time in a long time demonstrates Family: the first descendant has emerged that provoked nine reactions, specifically in the 'Cornerstone of the Destination'". The young man said eloquently. Finally, in his conclusion of the speech, he was mixed with rising emotion.
But in the end, he remembered a key piece of information that made his hair stand on end.
"The descendant in question is your grandson, Federick."
"Mister".
...
Several men were gathered in a room, waiting impatiently. Their feet slapped the ground lightly, making a rhythmic sound, and there were others who were chatting.
They had been summoned without prior notice by order of the King, Charles II "The Benevolent."
Until to dictate the end of his impatience, an old man with a tall, bulky figure and an exorbitant beard entered without fanfare or waves. His entrance immediately ceased all hubbub with a tap of his cane.
"I have called this parliamentary meeting because a red event has arisen." The one recognized as Carlos II said, while taking position in his seat.
At his words, those summoned who were mostly elderly, took a more serious posture, cooling their expressions.
"The goal is to reach an agreement on how to carry out a festive ceremony." The old man's words definitely did not match his hardened expression...
Given the great difference between atmosphere and words, many were dismayed. But to put an end to the oppressive environment, an elder with great experience took the lead in developing the matter.
"A question, my king: What has happened to cause an event of such magnitude?" The experience of the decrepit old man, with one foot in the grave, was vast due to his extensive years of practice in the field; Therefore, he understood the personality of his Lord in an extraordinary way.
"The Crown Prince of Wisdom of this age has emerged." Charles II said. He had always been a person of few words, giving more prominence to giving attention and dictating from that.
Given this revealed fact, there were different reactions among those present; situation that quickly turned into a heated argument. Developing the event between different opinions, forming a conclusion only at nightfall.
...
Federick had awakened from his lethargic sleep. It was already a long time of day, so the morning was just a few hours away from dying out.
His mother, Perla, violently burst into their shared room. His spirits were hurried and his expression showed it.
Federick knew why. Using his prodigious listening skills, he had gathered enough information to know the important event that was in store today: a ceremonial festival would be held to "crown" and bestow the ostentatious title "Crown Prince of Wisdom" on a handsome young man. , free and benevolent. But he still didn't know who that noble and handsome young man was.
He rinsed him in water quickly and prepared him to show off among the young people. A dragon among men, someone with certain cognitive complications would say. I mean, it was clearly a child... And much less a lizard.
When it finally smelled good and looked good, they quickly hurried to the outskirts, where an old man was waiting. He quickly recognized him as his maternal grandfather.
"Oh, my little daughter and prodigious grandson... They are late." The old man had started his words with a slight smile and ended with a petrified reaction.
Federick came to the conclusion that presumably, these acting skills could earn him prestigious international awards and honors.
From there they embarked on a busy journey in another direction. It was the central area of the apparent sector, where the large establishment of the Battlemman family was located.
But their destination did not end there, but they went to another building that was in front of a square, the one recognized as "Plaza Real." The building was two stories and was practically surrounded.
But the greatest concentration was in the square and its surroundings, where a tumultuous crowd mixed. There were countless individuals waiting for the beginning of the scheduled festivity.
They did it eagerly, since it was organized by the Battlemman family. Every so often, even more people arrived, taking up even more space.
When the minute was marked that the afternoon and subsequent dusk were approaching, the sound of a bell was heard; It was the signal of the beginning of formality.
At the shrill sound, the crowd became deathly silent, aside from the occasional sound caused by children.
Charles II, the current King of the City-State of Athenas, stepped out onto the balcony overlooking the crowd; He carried his grandson in his arms. Coughing twice, to comply with the formality, he gave his speech.
"Today, it is my pleasure to observe you all. In my arms lies the cause of today's joyful festival, descendant of Battlemman and Crown Prince of Wisdom, also my grandson."
At his slight exclamation, the public reacted scandalously. With applause, shouts and whistles. It was an act to celebrate, as he was the grandson of their beloved king and an unparalleled seed for future progress.
"It is my pleasure to inaugurate, honorable public, the enjoyment of the masses." He finished his light speech, raising Federick on his shoulders, for the observation of those present.
The old man never blushed or was ashamed, maintaining it as if it were a certain young lion with promised lands. The only thing I hoped was that he didn't have a strangely dark brother...
As this happened, two fuzzy dragons rose up and flew into the skies. One was gold and the other blue, to finally explode; It was a magical fireworks act.
The rest of the day was filled with laughter and celebration. With the parade of select elite troops and the practice of cultural traditions.
To finally get to the time of day, which kept Federick excited the most. Through uncontained conversations, he had discovered that today, there would also be a fight in the so-called Athenian Coliseum in favor of the commemoration.
"The King of Warriors against the Heavenly Thief."