"The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall"
"What happened, My Queen!" exclaimed Karalos while he rushed in.
"This man just walked into my room and started talking about marrying me. Who is he?" yelled the Queen.
"He is my disciple... And Alev, what are you doing here? I told you to wait until I closed the doors...!" expressed Karalos angrily, giving a death stare.
I kept my gaze down as Karalos explained everything to Areli. I sat on the chair in front of the dressing mirror. Behind the curtains, something was glazing its light into my eyes. I slowly started to walk towards it. As I approached it, its light started to get brighter and brighter… I was about to move the curtains and suddenly I saw someone holding my hands tightly. I was stopped by Areli … "Don't you dare touch my sword!" Areli grunted while clenching her fists.
"Stop wasting time you guys," Karalos spoke. "We need to finish things quickly and set off course. It's time for you to learn about why I made you come this way Alev." Dictated Karalos.
"It's hard to believe you're the son of Fuego Kyran. You shall see how harsh and difficult your destiny is." Added Areli
With all that confusion and curiosity, we reached the ground of the castle. After many hours of walking in a dark, silent hall… we finally arrived at a big round green chamber with yellow lights hanging. This was named the "Wormhole Gateway". We all stood round around a large black gate…
"In our existence, a profound purpose resonates. We stand united to unravel the enigma behind your fathers' departure, seeking the elusive realms they ventured into. Now, as our aspirations lead us beyond the celestial boundaries, we become perceived as a formidable force by the divine rulers of this realm.
The Gods, guardians of their kingdom, shall regard us as challengers, for we embark on a journey to uncharted worlds, realms where the very essence of true power and the origins of the Gods themselves lie in wait. Should it become imperative, we shall endeavour to reclaim the fabled Box of Trinity!
Areli, Alev, my devoted disciples, heed this proclamation: we relinquish the concept of a home, for we are henceforth marked as cosmic fugitives. In the face of uncertainty, cling unwaveringly to your purpose, your destiny—an indomitable force driving our pursuit through the cosmic tapestryTop of Form!" stated Karalos.
"Hell of a speech man" I smirked
"Old man has been writing, I see," remarked Areli
"Born to be a leader…" boasted Karalos. Smiling, he said… "Let's catch the train to hell, shall we?"