At the backyard garden of the castle, Zara stood silently, watching the midnight sky of Shadowvale. It seemed so pretty and gorgeous. She smiled, admiring how unusually bright the stars were shining. Somewhere in her heart, she felt proud to see how amazing her writings were—making the world beautiful despite the horror it held.
"Isn't it too beautiful?" A sudden voice from behind startled her. She turned around to see her mentor standing there, his face calm as always. He was gazing at the sky with a knowing smile.
Quickly composing herself, she smiled back at him. "Yeah. A mighty night view is something nobody can ignore," she replied softly. Yet, deep down, she felt slightly intimidated by his presence. As the mentor of the kings, he was undoubtedly a big deal.
