Cycle Kingdom

A small party is occurring in a Kingdom someplace inside Epsilon. It's taking place in the throne room, an empty room. The room itself is large and beautiful. A red carpet stretches from the throne to the entrance.The wall are made with gold. Nobles chatter around the room, making as many connections as possible. The throne has a golden tree sprouting to its top, and an obsidian dark side piece on the bottom. Contrasting light and dark.

Nobles continue to fill the room, this time we see some merchants and warriors enter. Many nobles get close to some of these, and they start to discuss business together.

This goes on for a while, until a strange party enters the room. All dressed in purple and white, the party seems composed of nobles, merchants, and diplomats. No warrior seems to be accompanying the party of individuals. They seem to be carrying a palanquin. Their clothing is most definitively not from the area.

The people around them seem to let these individuals into the room and walk toward the throne. Perhaps they sense some sort of importance from this vehicle. Or maybe they knew of its relevance towards the king. Either way, it smells like opportunity.

The party finally gets close to the throne, and finally, they announce who it is.

"Emperor Murakami, the dragon slayer," said the announcer.

A sudden fire erupts on the throne. The flame, as quickly as it came, was already gone. But it left a giant bird, similar to an eagle on fire, and a man. More precisely, a king.

The man was more than just good-looking. He was beautiful. He had white-blond hair, blue eyes with a spark of orange. His clothing was almost pure white, with gold jewelry everywhere around his clothing. He looked more than kingly, he looked like a God.

And that's how his presence felt. It felt like every muscle, bone, vein, and cell existed for his presence.

"Yes?" he asked in a casual tone.

Even his voice was angelic.

The announcer lost his voice. Nobody in the delegation moved a single step. They even forgot to breathe. Until the emperor made his move.

Emperor Murakami finally went out of the palanquin. He was a very serious man. Held himself in high regard, with stormy eyes, and incredibly long hair that had to be braided every morning. He was clean-shaven, with an aura of authority and the build of a soldier.

The impression everyone around him felt was not the same one Emperor Murakami had of the king in front of him.

Murakami had fought alongside him. That was no God. It was a brainless monster. That feeling everyone felt in their very being was not awe, it was fear, he thought to himself.

"It has been a while, king Julius" said Murakami.

"Indeed it has, Emperor Murakami" said Julius.

Murakami gave a quick look around.

"Where is your shadow?" said Murakami.

Julius gave him a warm smile. It seems lately his shadow has been getting a lot of attention.

"He should be around here. But you will be able to see him later. I hope you enjoy this week-long celebration at my kingdom," Julius responded.

"Thank you for your hospitality" said the emperor.

The party kept going. It was really meant to wait for the emperor, but the big welcoming was to happen on the morrow.