Secrets of the Past

Late at night, the lights from the palace still shone and illuminated the dark clouds as well as the boundless ocean in the distance. Amidst the sound of the lift, the carriage drove into the stillness of the palace square. Soon, a servant ran over to guide the dignified man on the carriage.

"What time is it?" Lancelot asked.

"Two o'clock in the morning, sir," the servant responded reverently. He opened the gate for him. After Lancelot silently walked into the gate, the servant remained in place, not daring to see the direction of his departure but closed the gate for him.

As Lancelot walked, doors opened in front of him one by one. In the end, there were no more ornate décor, exquisite paintings or carpets, but only a serene air in the corridor.

Lancelot pushed the door open. The chandelier was always bright and there were only one table and several chairs in the room. The seats were filled with people; only the one left for Lancelot was empty.