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But no – any of that wasn't the case for the young boy. Being a resident of the Kingdom, he - like everybody else – loved all sorts of fauna and flora.
He could spent days, weeks and even months dwelling in the endlessly Royal Gardens, learning about the nature and embracing it.
Nobody was troubled with his ways of life, until the Decision was just to be made.
On the longest day of the cycle, a Naming Ceremony was about to begin, where everything who appoint themselves as being alive, who has acquired the necessary experience and matured under the dilatation of time, these, who have been watched by the King for at least thirty-three years – under the sight of Everlasting Youth, the everknown spell of legendary Archmage Desis, who, in his burning love and determination towards the King, has weaved it for over twenty-five years – that is slightly over twelve fully lasted cycles. The curse, the effect, which let every wanting soul to stay in their blossom for as long as they could gather under one circumstance, which meant for keeping themselves under Ruler's dominion.
In a divine day like this, one of the three, when the King descends from a top of the Tower, the Castle and Manor, countless of festivals take place at the same time – one for each part of the destiny.
There’s a whole district dedicated to the newly forged Kings of the Lands, made entirely of gold, as their citizens hearts, silver – symbol of righteous command – and is covered in all sorts of crimson, violets, scarlets and lavenders.
There are unquotable wonders in the Halls of Reality, which is the first destination for every abecedarian Archmage that could be a born of the Naming Ceremony.
High in the sky dominates the Temple - an illusion made for an image of the second Sun.
And only those few truly exalted ones can reveal it’s secrets unseen by everybody but the King himself and his loyal Etherals, Celestials and Transcendents - all hidden behind a glorious blaze.
