[center][h2]A bright pearl from the heavens.[/h2]
[h3]Guang Ming Zhu[/h3]
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In the heavens of Tiānguó, the comet called Dì Shùn’s glory passed in the sky illuminating the night sky with a blue glow of light. On the surface a mansion sat in the boreal forests of the northern regions of Tiānguó. A man wore a white Hanfu, his hair was dark and long like a cascading waterfall, and his eyes were a green hue as he stared into the sky smoking from a pipe. He had dismissed the servants to be alone watching the skies. 

He soon heard a woman say “It's generally expected for a husband to wait by his wife's side after she gives birth, you know?” His wife approached him. She wore a purple Hanfu he gave her, her hair was black and her eyes were blue, unlike him, she was shorter but had a wide smile as she walked forward to him.  

He rose up in worry. “You should not be out of bed dear.” “Oh please, the great Guang Hien must not appear weak.” She said sitting on the bench he sat on. She seemed to have sweat and looked exhausted, he shook his head sitting beside her. “You are stubborn as ever…” “...and you still try to remain distant from everything Guang Shen” she replied to him as he turned to her he let out a light chuckle he then said. “Ah, I am old… I am surprised you picked this old man for a husband;” She smiled at him and noted. “I am more surprised you accepted.” He shrugged at the comment. “You know why…” 

He took a look at his child. He seemed calmer than he expected as he replied. “How is he?” She took a look saying. “Well he is calmer than I hoped, I guess it's good news for who he will be, born in the sun months at least so it's fine for him to be out here.” “Oh please, I am sure he is strong enough for him to be out here knowing who he pulled.” He replied leaning back again and gesturing to her as he returned to see the comet passing overhead.

Both looked up to see the skies themselves before she then said. “Do you think the ships above will not fire at each other during this?” “Doubtful. In fact I think they are about to start firing at each other now…” He replied with flashes of explosions in the skies being visible. She shook her head saying with a sigh. “Does it seem that truces rarely last these days?” 

He seemed bothered taking a puff of smoke saying; “For the last thousand years of war it has been diminishing. The last two sorcerer-kings of this world will do anything to achieve what hasn’t been accomplished since Li Ming-Yue.” “Hard to believe I am a descendant of her at times…” She replied to him who then replied. “Many sorcerer nobles are and the reason why it's hard is because we are severely in debt dear.” Both chuckled at his comment. “No need to pour water on me, honey.” She replied with a chuckle as he smiled, soon they looked up to observe the night sky. 

He squinted as a new star seemed to pop into existence just under the comet trail. As he rose up to get a better look he seemed frozen as he stared at it. Gazing at her husband, she asked. “Something wrong?” as silence persisted she insisted “Shen?” 

He seemed shocked, turning to her. “Go inside.” “What?” She replied, confused by him as he grew panicked before he shouted. “I said get down!” He soon jumped and covered her as a flaming ball of fire flew overhead and collided nearby, exploding and turning into a smoke pillar. As the explosion finally subsided Guang Shen rose up shouting at the quickly arriving servants. “Grab water, grab shovels and extinguish the fire!” As he looked at Guang Hien she rose up from the floor. The sound of the babe was all he could hear for a moment as she then said. “I am fine… Xiǎo Dān is well as well. Is it an attack?” He seemed in deep thought at the question but soon said in a calmer tone. “I think it's fine…” He then said in a more authoritative tone. “Take our son inside, I will handle this!”

She looked skeptical but still took Guang Xiǎo Dān inside the house as Guang Shen went down to the garden woods where some trees still burned. Shen continued on as servants extinguished the fire and shovelled some of the burning wrecks to extinguish fire; He seemed to take long looks at them before heading on to the centre of the crater. It appeared to be a shuttle or capsule. 

Approaching, a servant bowed and soon began speaking to him. “My lord, the fire was extinguished. It was rather strange that we found no place of origin and some of the flames were rather difficult to put down but…” While he kept on talking Shen looked at a flame that danced in the colours of purple and green. With a small hand gesture he reached out to it and with his psychic powers, the flames moved towards him as he closed his hand. He soon said. “Interesting…” “Excuse me, my lord?” The servant said and Shen simply said. “I may need the gardener here.” 

The servant looked confused with an eyebrow raised saying. “The… gardener?” He gave a nod to the servant who quickly left as he approached the strange object. He noticed the item seemed technological in design, possibly on par in complexity as some of the mythical technology rumored to be used by the oldest of the Qíshì nobility who’s corrupt tyranny cost them their mandate to rule and also to the tools used in Huǒ shā during the era of titans. He also noticed the symbol VII on it raising an eyebrow at it. Some of the flames had died down as he began to approach and touch the metal. It was still hot to the touch but had already cooled down significantly.

He constantly probed it with his psychic senses and he could tell something was inside. Something afraid, but it seemed innocent as well. It was odd for him, but still, he continued passing his hand on a cracked sheet of metal that seemed to be the door to the inside of the shuttle and it seemed to be stuck, probably due to the crash he thought for a moment until he heard a servant. “My lord, are you sure it's wise to inspect this machine this close?” “Yes…” he replied, his voice was calm yet focused. 

He then focused as he used his psychic powers to force the door open, and soon he detached it. As mist left the chamber he soon looked inside and found himself shocked. As he stared, he soon heard Hien shout. “Shen! What are you doing?” Looking at a small crowd of guards that accompanied her they seemed ready for a battle. She looked worried.

Thinking for a moment he then replied to her. “You should not be here, dear.” “I can defend myself very well. You don’t need to act like a Qíshì to me.” She replied before looking at the wreck. She then asked. “What is this, an escape pod?” sounding worried at the implication. “Of sorts…” he replied, still maintaining his calm as he leaned into the pod to grab the babe from inside, taking it out of her pod the people present could hear the screams of the young primarch.

[hr]

In the morning, several servants went to work. A gardener stood in front of Guāng Shen together with a chief guard who both were receiving their orders. “Make sure that the ground is spotless. I doubt they would be able to track the pod due to the battle in orbit, but still make sure. AND… Make sure no word spreads out, understood?” Both men and women bowed before leaving. 

He soon turned around heading back inside, making his way to the nursery so he could see the two cribs of the children and Hien awaiting him. He sighed, recomposing himself as he approached her as she said. “So we’re adopting her?” She sounded less than enthusiastic with Shen replying. “I understand any concerns you may have, but I feel like we shouldn’t leave a child that was sent away from its parents. Especially one that seems to have a mutation.” 

Hien sighed thinking for a moment before saying. “I understand concerns, but you know the chances of her being a sorceress is close to zero, and while I do not care for the ramifications of birthing twins with one not being born with sorcery, I am more afraid that a Zhìzhě inspector may not find much relation between both.” Shen chuckled at the comment replying. “I doubt that.” he soon walked to the two cribs in the corner of the room while the two seemed finally calm from yesterday night. As he looked he could see his son sleeping well. He seemed fine albeit a bit thin, but the girl noticed the third closed eye. It was strange at first sight but nothing much to him, something that big would raise eyebrows, but it would not be strange to many.

Hien also stayed beside the crib, seeing the girl as her eyes opened. They were violet, but the bigger attention she grabbed was her third eye, which seemed to have a blue sclera and dark iris. The sclera looked like the celestial skies of a nebula as she looked at Hien. Hien looked before smiling a little she then said. “Right if you wanna go with this plan which may not last long… What name do we give her?” Shen looked in thought before smiling and saying. “Míng Zhū, after your ancestor.” She chuckled at the thought. “It's a lovely name.” she replied, Ming still looking at her as she grasped her small hand and smiled at her saying. “Lovely indeed…” 

As she looked up Shen was once again leaving she then asked. “What are you doing?” Shen looked back, his eyes seeming distant yet his voice seemed determined. “Making sure no word gets out.” As he opened the door to leave the room Hien felt worried and sighed she knew he would probably purge half the staff to make sure the word never got out as she kept an eye on her son and now new daughter. She looked outside as the shuttle was being hauled somewhere else. Looking at Ming Zhu she felt a bit of anxiety, knowing the conversation about that would one day come up.

[hr]

8 years since arrival

Guang Ming Zhu kept her hands fixed on the wood-training sword. Her brother looked at her, and she took deep breaths, trying to concentrate. Her third eye made things hard. Her mind ached at times when her eye opened. It began when she was four, and she remembered well the world vibrating with possibilities, making her mind nearly burn. On the other side of the room was her teacher, a Zhìzhě, a teacher and inspectors of sorcerer families. Its face was covered, but she knew it was looking at her. Its four eyes seemed to inspect her beyond the veil, measuring the control of her eye. 

From her vision, the Zhìzhě seemed like a wave of madness with different attack patterns. In this training they were all happening at once in different ways, projections of possibilities. Some moved right and swung against her, and in another, the vibration showed her a ghost of the Zhìzhě charging her and smacking her and in another she saw it swing left and swing against her. As she kept on focusing, the fluctuating actions finally settled into a single line where Zhìzhě would move right and then swing against her on the left. 

With vision ready Ming readied her sword quickly, and movement began immediately as she felt her wood sword block. The wood splintering due to the sheer strength of the impact she could see the face of Zhìzhě, the four blue eyes hidden beneath a veil. They appeared calm as she stared at them only holding her ground. Her eye soon foresaw herself being tossed up and just as quickly her legs were swiped under her with telekinesis as she fell on the floor. 

Her brother felt the pain of the impact as Ming lay on the floor, her sword fell to the side, breaking in two. As she attempted to rise up it pressed the training sword against her face and then said the words feeling bitter. “The control of your vision grows, but while useful, you must not lose focus in a fight.” Staring Ming greeted her teeth as her psychic powers blasted Zhìzhě out of her, the roof cracking and parts of it falling on her.

Zhìzhě meanwhile seemed to dodge, gracefully using her powers to land on her feet. It then said. “While weapons are limited, our sorcery grants us a lot. But one must use it with a calm mind or else your emotions will cloud your judgment” Ming felt a bit ashamed she closed her third eye making her mind more at ease.

The Zhìzhě put its training sword to rest together with the broken one and soon said. “Due to the incident, I will ask you to take a break Guang Ming Zhu.” “But!” Ming was about to protest until Zhìzhě shouted. “No buts! Your emotions must be better controlled if you wish to continue training. I recommend meditation in your room, understand?” Ming sat down and kowtowed, understanding the request rising up. She left feeling bitter. 

Her brother at least gave a light smile that made it feel less wrong. Exiting the training room, she began to walk through the hallways.The windows showed the gigantic towers of steel that made up the city of Zhoxing. The towers had neon signs mostly filled with propaganda from the sorcerer king Shang Yu Wei as the hallway led to a small balcony.

She leaned over the balcony to take a better look at the images of soldiers raising the standard of the Shang dynasty over a hill, bold letters stating to join the war effort. Her eyes seemed excited as she looked down; She could see the servants down below who worked in the sorcerer's quarters of the city. She could see them walking around ‘looking like ants’ she thought as she observed them, stepping back from the balcony as she continued on her way to her room. 
The house she lived in was more of a multi-store building. A place she found little as a home and more like a busy street that she got used to the noise of, but she missed some of the comfort she used to have back home, plus the servants back home knew where they belonged. Turning a corner, her face was hit by something metallic; her vision immediately closed as she fell on the floor. The pain of the impact had largely subsided, but she still felt pain in her cheek.Touching it, she quickly noticed the blood on her hand.

Looking at the person who caused it was a maid. She seemed distressed, talking to her yet she ignored it as she grasped her with her psychic powers before throwing the woman through the wall, her body colliding against steel and concrete with the sound of something breaking as she panted. She smiled but only for a moment as screams of pain could be heard. 

Ming could see servants emerge to help the woman, and she soon heard. “GUANG MING ZHU!” Turning her face, she saw her mother before lowering her head, knowing this was not gonna be good. An hour or so later, she stood in her mom's office, and her teacher stood in front of her together with her mom. Her cut was large enough to leave a scar, but it was small enough to not need much attention as Zhìzhě, her teacher, shouted at her. “You threw a servant girl through a wall breaking her arm and leg and severely injuring her because of a scratch!?” 

Ming replied with a calm yet assertive tone. “She hurt me and being a lesser person I decided to put her in her place. You said to us they are below us after all.” Ming could see her mom’s eyes widen for a moment before relaxing. Zhìzhě, compared to her, mom seemed angry, shaking her head, her eyes behind her veil looking frustrated she then said. “That is not what I meant, child. Your punishment is of your parent's choice, but to behave and justify your  actions the same way our oppressors did makes me ashamed of you.” She soon walked away. 

Ming felt a bit of pain in the accusation but felt she was still in the right. Many teachers came and said her kin and others similar had the right to rule and that the rest were lesser. She watched her mother as they left the room to discuss something outside. 

She let out a large sigh, feeling frustrated. She looked out the windows at the late noon, and the lights of the city were beginning to light up. The door soon opened again as Guang Hien entered the room looking rather tired. Her eyes had bangs, and as she approached, she then said. “The balcony with me…” Ming gave a nod as both headed to the balcony of her office. The balcony faced the city centre, and the sun was gradually sinking below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow across the sky.

She found it somewhat pretty, the sun glowing in between the skyscrapers looking, below she saw the people going about in the sorcerer's quarters as she looked at them, her mother said. “What do you think of the people below?” “Insects?” She replied.

 Her mother said. “Do you see those without the gift or not like you like that?” “Not all…” She responded. Some seemed interesting to her, but her mother shook her head at her answer replying. “Then why do you say they are inferior?” “Because that’s what most other sorcerers say, my teachers too, Dad at times.” She replied with Hien letting out a light sigh replying. “It may seem normal, but it isn’t for many of us. It seems we lose our ways. Once we were slaves, now we are rulers and now we seem to act like them. It is not our way Ming. Do you want this?” Ming looked at her and she looked sad and hurt.

“To be feared?” She heard her say. “Fear you so no person loves you but hates you? You see yourself being higher than everyone and will that one day include me?” “No, I…” Ming replied when hearing the accusation her voice hurt, but her mother still interrupted continuing. “I know… you will not be that, so please don’t be like those who oppressed our ancestors. I know you will be the greatest girl to walk this world. But the people you consider lesser will one day look up to you; they will dream of you when seeking to follow in your footsteps. They are not like us. They cannot lift things with sorcery, turn invisible or set things on fire. But it is our duty not to be tyrants but shepherds. They will look up to you to lead, they are weak and you are stronger than most and one day they will look at you for guidance and what you will do?” 

Ming began to think about the idea. The idea seemed good and bad in her mind being loved but also the responsibility, but still she wanted that. She felt her mom tenderly pass her hand through her hair making her feel comfortable as both stood on the balcony.

A few hours later she played with a piece of the game her father played, a game called Weiqi. It was a game she played with him occasionally. Black pieces and white pieces on a flat board of lines, that requires one to surround them to capture them; the player with a higher amount of points is the winner. 

As she looked at the board she thought of a place to put it. Her father was a patient man and seemed unfocused at the game as he checked several papers. Her mother had to leave due to an emergency, her brother was already sleeping now, and she meanwhile had trouble sleeping. She felt like she didn't need to slumber. Looking at his papers, she could tell it was math and several numbers as she sat at the other side of his desk, she asked. “What are you reading?” 

“Papers on reports, expenses and profits of the families' estates that your mother asked for my help with.” Ming gave a nod to his answer replying. “Sounds…” “Boring?” he attempted to complete her words, but that wasn't the word she would use she then corrected. “Interesting, actually… but ye…” his eyes turned to her as she put a black stone on the board. He responded by placing a white stone on the board.

“Why do you find it interesting?” “I don’t know, I just feel it’s interesting.” She replied, reading one of the papers on the table. It was a series of numbers on expenses, her father soon said. “What does that say?” “What we pay our servants, the costs for food and amenities, the taxes, uh… interest is quite high.” She asked him, replying to her question. “We are roughly around 30 million Okane in debt. Meaning, someone outside this house walking the streets has more money than us.” “That is… a lot… how?” 

She was quite surprised with what he said. He chuckled as she put another stone with his response. “This family is old. Your mother is a descendant of an old family that used to rule over a large region and became ruler of our country at times. There is a reason why the place you were born is called Guāng Xiang. Over time we lost a lot of prestige and power. Over time, things began to decline. You were born when things finally reached a low point to some extent.” She nodded to his explanation as she put another piece on the board. ‘Born into this family’ the word was strange; she felt separate at times, but the thought subsided, and she felt at home here, and yet she still wanted more than this; she would do more than survive; she felt she could make things better and make her family thrive.

“So…” she snapped from her thoughts, hearing those words as her head turned to her father. “...You broke a maid's arm, leg and several bones?” “It was an accident.” She said in a hurry trying to maintain a calm with her father replying in a calm yet straight tone as always. “You just lied.” “I…” she attempted to talk but he stopped her, stating to her. “You are sweating a bit, your voice is too rushed, and you sound nervous.” She remained in silence thinking of what to say as he simply continued. “...and I spoke with the maid early.” 

He smiled in a manner that left Ming feeling more nervous. “She hurt me.” she only said. “It is a small scratch that will leave a mark, but you are better than this, I know that.” “It's not just that… It's just that I feel distant.” She replied, stopping playing as she put her piece on the table and turning to see the night sky through a window. He took a look at her, letting go of the papers, and took a light sigh replying. “It's normal to feel distant when far from home, especially since the change was quite abrupt to you.” She shook her head saying. “No, not that. It’s just that I sometimes feel different. Different from everyone…” Her father kept on looking; he seemed to be in deep thought he then simply replied. “What do you mean girl?” 

She sat cross-legged as her father rose up from his seat and sat near her in another chair she then said. “I feel different, I know I was born different, but it sometimes feels like I am far from normal… At times, I feel like I am not your daughter. I feel like I was made to be something else. To be somewhere else.” There was a silence she felt uncomfortable until hearing her father say. “So what?”

	She turned her head to him, confused at what he said, with him smiling at her. “I raised you, didn’t I? Even if you are from a different blood than mine, you still would be my little girl.” She smiled at the thought it felt warm for her. “I guess so.” She said to him he smiled at her, simply saying. “Well… continue?” He gestured to the game to which she replied. “Why do you like this game so much?” “A good game about tactics, politics and many other topics. It's a good game to partially exercise your skills in strategy.” He replied, putting a piece on the board. 

She kept a look, planning her next move with care. She knew tactics and her mind was quickly developing a plan already. Her mind was flooded with tactics as she played. At first, it seemed like a quick victory, an easy one, until things turned bad fast. Her pieces were taken, and soon her father won with more points as she looked at the result, she then said. “How did you win?!” It made no sense to her how he managed to do it. Was it because she was tired? Her mind wondered, but it seemed to dispel as he replied. “You think too much…” 

Looking at his face he seemed neutral until giving a light smile at her, she yawned telling. “You won’t win next time.” “You win sometimes against me. I would not be surprised.” He replied, picking the pieces and storing them as she replied. “You hold back when I mention it.” “Do you believe that?” He replied, looking at her. She felt strange that he was so hard to read. Was he holding back? Or was he giving everything he had? He always seemed to have a calm demeanor even in a hurry and worry, he seemed to maintain a tranquil mind. 
She raised an eyebrow, soon saying. “Were you taking it seriously?” He seemed to think for a moment, retorting with a light chuckle. “We may never know.” She frowned, raising up from her chair and replying. “That’s not an answer.” “You will understand in time.” She looked angry for a second before shaking her head, ignoring the comment as her father rose from his chair saying. “A walk to your bedroom?” She gave a nod as both walked through the hallways she soon asked. “Mom said you were a powerful sorcerer once.” “I am just very rusty.” he replied with a shrug. “How powerful?” she asked him, to which he seemed to consider something. His mind seemed in deep thought for her.

After thinking, he then said to her. “Very powerful, Gōngjué listening to my opinions powerful…” “Really?” Her eyes sparked in awe at the statement that a Gōngjué would listen to her father. It is the title held by the most powerful and rich lords of the kingdom. Their voice also elected the future ruler of the realm, yet something ate at her in a moment. “But why are you here instead of there with them?” “Sometimes love calls for other paths in life.” He said with a smile when both arrived at the door to her room, she smiled at him saying. “Thanks, dad…” He smiled as she entered. She felt more at ease but still, she felt different from the family, but at least she felt more at home now.

[hr]

A hour later.

“She scares me…” The Zhìzhě replied with its four blue eyes glowing behind the white transparent veil as she stared at Guang Shen. He gave a light nod saying. “Training did not go to plan. I will take it.” “Not just that!” It replied, floating away from his desk and looking at the midnight city saying. “I… never in my entire centuries of existence met a child like that. Even if a mutant it does not make sense what she has scares me. She has enough strength to shatter wood with ease and break bones by accident according to her previous teacher. She picks up on my teachings faster than her brother. Not only that, but she has reflexes faster than a child should have. Her divination eye definitely was an interesting mutation, but inside her lies way more trust me, my lord… Her brother at least seems to not question her skills, his training goes well and he is bright. But her… She is in another league…” She shakes her hand in thought, turning to Shen. 

He gave a nod saying. “Understood… Your concern is noted.” It seemed hesitant for a moment before giving a nod and then she said. “Her fame is already spreading, I should note.” He maintained a calm stance to her statement only letting out a light sigh. He then said to her, “Yes, I know… You are dismissed.” It gave a nod and soon left, closing the door behind her. 

After a moment, a guard opened the door and soon entered the servant who was attacked by Ming together with a friend. She used crutches to walk to the room, she then said. “My lord with all due respect… I still hope you will pay in full for this.” “You will be…” he replied, no emotion was in his voice, almost monotone, the men who accompanied her soon picked a cylinder he carried on his back and put it on his table saying. “I put the bloody cloth in there after I cleaned Ming’s face after the incident as you requested.” Shen gave a nod to his statement. 

The two soon left, leaving him alone with the cylinder; it was a micro stasis chamber. It was already activated meaning the blood had been preserved since the incident. He leaned on his desk looking, deep in thought; he soon picked up his pen and a piece of paper and began to write. “Hello old friend, it's been a long time I know, but I need assistance with something sensitive…”

The letter was written and sealed, then he gave it to a servant who took it away in a hurry with the orders given. Afterwards, in his bedroom he stood watch of the city. At night it seemed like it was gonna rain. He stood still for an hour give or take. His mind was flooded with thoughts, and after a long time he soon picked up his pipe and lit it up, letting out a puff of smoke as he relaxed. 

“Something wrong?” He turned his head to see Guang Hien she had woken up from her sleep he simply replied. “You should be asleep.” “That’s your worried voice. Something is wrong.” She replied, rising up from her bed while he continued to smoke, standing next to him, she asked. “Is it about the wartaxes?” He shook his head at her, who replied. “I was worried about this… Ming?” he gave a light nod as she acknowledged she then said. “I know things may be difficult, but I am sure she will be fine. She just needs guidance.” “I don’t know about that… sometimes I fear when she discovers the truth, her desires may overtake her. She is strong and she also is not the most social.” He replied, taking another puff of smoke, sounding worried. 

She sighed at his response replying back. “You overthink at times dear. Things will be fine. She is a bright child, but she needs guidance. Plus, you also are the reason she doesn’t see many kids her age.” He mumbled for a moment seemingly agreeing but also sounding skeptical. She shook her head smiling at him she then said. “Remember before Xiǎo and Ming? We thought we should have five children?” There was a moment of silence as Shen let out another puff of smoke and both said at the same time. “Two is already too much.” Both began to chuckle at the thought. Shen soon let out a sigh. “From the mentors we at least know both have a good relationship… Maybe I am too paranoid.” “Well, you had your runs in with danger in your old job before you retired.” she replied with him correcting her. “Semi-retired…” He took another puff letting out the smoke he soon said. “It will be fine…”

[hr]

In the morning Ming rolled her eyes before glancing back at the guard following her and Xiao as both walked the streets. She then whispered. “Why do we need him again? I can easily take down any person that comes our way.” “Orders from Dad. Plus if it is an experienced sorcerer you may not have as much luck.” Xiao replied, causing her to roll her eyes.

 She continued on, reflecting on the truth of his words, but still feeling confident in her abilities “A shame mom and dad could not come.” Xiao said in a bit of a sad tone, Ming soon hit him on the arm in a light way saying to him. “Hey it's fine. Mom did say we came to this place because she had business here. Tomorrow, we are leaving as well, so we got lucky to be able to see the parade.” He still looked conflicted but still seemed happy in some way in her eyes as both continued on. 

The streets were filled with commoners and servants of the nobility of the city; many were petty sorcerers from what she could tell as they reached a high point overseeing the military parade down below. She could see soldiers marching with standards of the sorcerer king. Tanks also rolled below as she looked in awe. Below she could see the war magistrates, officers of the army. While she looked she then asked her brother. “Do you think they will bring the Qíshì?” “House Zhao, Lei and Zhang did say they would be in the parade.” Another girl said nearby, causing both of them to turn. The child was cloaked. She took a look at her and she had red eyes and long white hair, from what Ming could tell as she looked at her. She seemed to avert gaze with Xiao raising an eyebrow but shrugging it off as he kept a look at the parade. Ming kept on looking at the other hand with one eye and the other focusing on the parade.

As she looked she soon saw it was a true Qíshì soon arrived. A giant of steel plate armor and a great sword being held by one of its arms and the other being a cannon with a shield holding the sigil of the Zhang dynasty. A red rose and a white rose inside of it, with its arrival petals from flowers that began to be spread from the knight as it was presented. As one flew near her, she then said. “Clever…” Xiao looked in awe and Ming also felt in awe of the great machines towering over most of the war giants. At the top of the Qíshì, there seemed to be a man saluting the crowd. As she looked on she turned again to the cloaked girl who seemed to follow the Qíshì as it was moved by a platform. Taking a look as her clothes became more visible she wore all white, not easy to clean but seemed expensive. It was then she noticed the sigil of a purple snowflake embraced by a white dragon. She was surprised by the symbol of the Shào family, one of the 10 richest families in the kingdom.

“The symbol of the dragon.” She uttered her brother turning to her before turning to the girl, surprised as he saw the symbol he was about to shout her family name before Ming held his mouth whispering. “The Shào clan?” she asked with excitement. On the other hand, the girl was shy, turning away saying. “I don’t want attention…” Ming let go of her brother’s mouth as he whispered in her same tone. “It's fine we won’t tell a soul” She seemed to smile a little while returning to watch over the parade “My name is Guang Xiao Dan and this is my sister Guang Ming Zhy and you?” Xiao asked, starting the conversation. 

Ming was happy to just observe as she replied. “Shào Hua” She gave a light bow of her head with Ming returning she then said. “A pleasure to meet you.” “Equally.” she replied with a courteous tone that Ming found interesting. It was indeed a curiosity as to why she was here but soon became obvious to her when she noticed a guard looking around; One that had her turn to see him and she seemed to grow worried. Ming soon replied. “We can hide you from him if you want to keep watching the parade.” “No!” She protested raising her voice even if lightly she then continued. “I knew this would happen. My father won’t like me going far away. Thank you for this.” She gave a bow leaving in a small hurry as she disappeared into the crowd. 

The guard seemed to notice something and began to leave with only a few vestiges of her being able to be seen. “You think we will meet her again?” Xiao said with Ming replying. “We shall see.”