A warrior clad in full-body armor looked around the small house. While the gray skies made the weather quite dull, his silver armor contrasted greatly due to how much it shined like a hand-washed mirror. Some said that he was just a regular foot soldier like any other, while some claimed that he was a waste of space among the army of Gabriel. And in fact, he was just a foot soldier. As much as how much experience he had in combat, his rank defined what he was in Gabriel's slew of warriors and knights.
 
But whoever called him a coward was considered foolish, as one of the biggest surprises he had in store was his utmost bravery and almost astonishing willpower.
 
Sir Prize Batt, a knight who was to be the successor of his father, found the helmet he was looking for in a small chest shoved in the corner of his room. His long, black hair flowed all the way to his waist, but not for long. For his ultimate technique in hiding his outrageously long hair was to wear a helmet. His hair seemed to lessen the impact of strikes made on his head.
 
"Ah [i]ha[/i]!" Prize shouted as a large grin appeared on his overshadowed face. "I knew you'd be- er, I knew my helmet would be in this chest! My instincts are stinking awesome sometimes! I wonder why my helmet was even in here, though..."
 
Just before the knight could further celebrate his discovery, however, he heard his father yell from the kitchen,
 
"Son! You ready, yet?!"
 
"[i]Ha ha ha![/i] Old man, I'm always ready!"
 
He wore his helmet, letting two eyes shine beneath the visor of the armor. Wearing a vibrant orange cape, and equipped with a two-handed sword placed behind his back, Sir Prize left his house, paying his farewells to his family like usual. While many knights and warriors preferred to stay within or at least close to the royal castle to be more effective in their duties, Prize tended to see his family a lot. He was ready for his third week in serving Gabriel, and his motivation remained intact. There was a possibility that he would not meet his family for a long time, so he spent as much time with them as he could.
 
The knight of Gabriel simply walked his way to the royal castle. His duty for today was to follow a patrol squad to ensure that violent conflicts would not arise within the city. He was told to meet his group in front of the castle. After a fair moment of repetitive walking, he found the gate to the castle. In front of the sealed, intimidating gate were two guards; one of them seemed to be looking down.
 
Sir Prize thought about what he should do. After mysteriously standing in front of the gate for a fair amount of time, he decided to move out of the path to the gate, wondering where and when his patrol squad would arrive. He was unaware of the fact that he was forty-five minutes earlier than the planned meeting time.
 
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Armed and fully equipped, Artemis Idrian moved within the royal castle's grounds. The blonde knight patrolled the castle grounds with a stoic expression on her face. She was one of Michael's knights; one that served with all she had to offer. Regardless of what tragedies would and will occur to her, she was a woman who made a vow to live up to her family name as a royal successor of her once happy family. While she was indeed at a particularly low rank amongst the warriors of Michael, she was one to be taken seriously.
 
Only when she had the presence of other knights, as well as Michael's royal family members, would she ever stop making that stone-cold face of hers. As the blonde knight continued to ensure that no disturbances were in the castle, Artemis took a quick look at her blade, making sure that it was sharp, before readjusting it in its sheath.