[center][h3]Pridemoor - [i]Pridemoor's Royal Abode[/i] - Edge of Mahora[/h3]

[i]"My fair queen," Beckoned the golden knight, on one knee with an uplifted arm, "How your eyes match the skies themselves. Your face, soft and gentle like a goddess." The golden clouds floated lazily by the golden staircase as his golden queen fluttered about the top step lightly. Then, with a small smile, she descended carefully towards her lover. They embraced each other lovingly. Pridemoor slipped into his lover's side, and releasing an arm forward once more, he beckoned the world as well to Pridemoor's admiration. "Come now my love," his heart swelled with strength, and her's with love for the king, "Let us be change the world, and forever be remembered as-"[/i]

The scene ended when Pridemoor went crashing into the floor. He had slipped from his futon bed during such a magical dream. As is with all mornings for the knight, Pridemoor took some time to recount the dream vividly... Oh god! He was going to forget it! Quickly Pridemoor pounced off the living room floor and searched the bed for his dream journal. Where had he put it?! Pridemoor swore that he had put it back the last time he used it. Either way, it was too late. Pridemoor's daring dream had slipped back into the crevices of his mind. Damn. It was probably about his future Queen Knight too...

Pridemoor stretched his arms back tiredly. His golden armor proceeded to creak as he did so. Usually, one would find it [i]uncomfortable[/i] to sleep in so much armor... and yeah, it was incredibly uncomfortable. In Pridemoor's mind however, he had an image to keep. For someone to see him without his kingly armor? Forbidden! Pridemoor was a symbol of hope and prosperity! He should never be recognized as anything lesser. His eyes wandered, through the slits of his helmet, about the tiny apartment that was his Royal Abode. Pizza boxes were scattered lazily about the living room, but then again, what would the aftermath of an awesome royal party look like?... well, [i]practice[/i] awesome royal party. The only guest of the party was Pridemoor himself. He needed to prepare his party hosting powers for when his guests [i]came back[/i]. For the last year, it donned on Pridemoor that there weren't as many people moving about the City as his initial days there. The friends that he had made, as well as enemies, the owner of the apartment complex, had all seemed to vanish. What a shame... how was he supposed to rule without people underneath him?

Pridemoor let out a hearty yawn before moving towards the front door. He had to shuffle carefully past discarded pizza boxes and plastic cups to reach his destination. Today, as was now routine in Pridemoor's life, he would once again visit the Mahora building; it was the place he woke up in three years ago, the first day he arrived at the city. He had hoped for a year now to find new people, like himself, who have also come to the city on accident. Surely, he was bound to find newcomers to the city landing there just like he had... well, he [i]used[/i] to think that way. Now he visits Mahora out of habit; Pridemoor had long given up the mindset of actually finding new subjects.

Pridemoor fixed the cape on his back, stretched a little more, and proceeded through his door. He left the filthy, destroyed living quarters behind, and ventured forth to the school grounds like every morning for the past two years. Little did he know, he was in for quite the surprise when he got there...[/center]