Hector grimaced at the loud commotion caused by the city. He was never really fond of loud places, and this city was no exception. Choosing to calmly ignore the townspeople, Hector walked the streets, bringing with him an uncanny silence. Brandished in silver armor and a white coat, it was obvious to many that he wasn't from around these parts. Still, that didn't stop him. He had business with the king, and that's all that mattered. His hands covered by clawed gauntlets, he gripped his sword in thought.

To the right of him was a pub, and Hector could see various men losing their brain cells to frothy mugs of cold alcohol. Hector narrowed his eyes in disapproval. A warrior only had time to celebrate in such things after he had cut off his enemy's head. Dwelling on this creed, the swordsman eventually found himself in front of the castle gates. Two guards looked at him skeptically before allowing him safe passage, as if they were expecting him. Giving them both a slight nod, Hector entered the castle's interior.

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Deep in the forest, not too far from the kingdom, a small girl with hair as bright as the sun and eyes as blue as the sky was eating a bird. Certainly not anything lady like to do. Dried blood flaked from her tiny hands and she looked up at the trees, snacking on the bird carcass in her left hand. It was so quiet today...Boring!

"I want something fun to happen," she pouted to herself, munching in thought. As if answering her request, she heard a low humming sound, as if someone was singing. Hey, it must be a person. And they might be fun! Happy that she was freed from her boredom, the existence known as Celia dropped the half eaten bird and began skipping off in the direction of the sounds.