This time, it is the darkness that descends, with the moon being at its most beautiful, shining down at his eyes. Once again, the boy finds himself face to face with rage, swallowed by the flames of his hatred. Comes his roar for their souls to shiver, the sound of his hate. And like glass once again, this reality shatters, eyes lit as he escapes his dream.

"W-What happened?" Nahshon asks, puffing out of fear.

"You fainted yesterday," Annie explains, finishing with wiping down his body. "One of my friends brought you here. It was Dahlia"

"Dahlia..." He pants, pressing his hand against his exposed chest to feel his uneven heartbeat. "...I probably haven't gotten proper control of my magic it seems"

He struggles with getting out of bed and into the bathroom, starting with pressing the dark bags under his eyes, and rubbing his dark woolly hair as he looks in the mirror. He traces his finger across his dark skin, feeling all the different pulses around calming down with every second he's awake.

"What happened to the elf?" He asks, washing off his face at the sink.

"Most likely he was sent to the courthouse in the capital for questioning. That's what I heard," She says, squeezing the water in the bucket as she talks to him from the bed-space.

"I'm gonna have to get him out," He tells her, taking his almost dried shirt from off the window ledge.

"No. You have to rest. You were sweating like a pig in the summer afternoon"

"It's okay," He tells her, coming out of the bathroom. "I just need getting used to having magic. I'm going downstairs"

He goes downstairs into a different atmosphere of the morning. The smell of alcohol has left the hotel, and it's quiet, with no music playing from the jukebox and no people present except them.

"Morning," Nahshon says to Briggs, rubbing his lazy eyes.

"They're suspecting they are more of them. They probably moved him to the courthouse in the capital," He says as he hands him a cup of tea. "Morning"

"I heard," Nahshon replies. "But where is the capital?"

"Do you really not know anything about this country before coming here, boy?"Briggs questions, having Nahshon click his tongue and chuckle. "It's up north, you at least remember how to take a taxi, right?"

"Yes, sir"

"Morning, Pa," Annie says as she comes downstairs, giving Nahshon some herbs. "Here take this. It's from Dahlia, take this and you'll feel as light as a butterfly"

"Thank you. Later, sir," Nahshon waves. "Butterfly??"

Warm light from the early morning surrounds his chilled body. The time of early birds chirping, looking for a partner. He glances above him, into the sky that seems endless.

"Woah," He sounds.

A tiny white dot flying through the sky, but even from here, he can tell it is neither a plane nor jet. A carriage pulls up at the doorstep of the hotel, and jumping off the carriage is a man looking like he's ready to make some money, pulling at his crotch as he yawns with boredom.

"Sir, good morning," Nahshon greets. "Could you take me to the capital?"

"The Capital?" The man asks. "Well sure, kid, as long as you got the money for it"

"How...much?" Nahshon reluctantly asks him.

"150 Js," The man says. "You are going to a very expensive place from here, kid"

Nahshon's heart skips a beat at that price. Even though he has the money, thanks to the overseer. This price, to him, is simply absurd.

"Here you go," Nahshon sighs, reaching out with the appropriate money.

The man twirls his moustache, as he can see Nahshon's reluctant thinking painted all over his face.

"Is that all you have, kid?" The man asks.

"Yeah. kinda...why?"

"Hm...alright, I'll cut 70 off the price, since you're a new face," He tells as he takes out the cost. "Hop in"

Nahshon hops into the back, setting for his adventure to the capital. It's been a while since he had left the town. He crosses many other travellers, animals, towns, and many more, holding his thumbs in hopes of not throwing up on this bumpy ride. About two and a half hours have passed by, and he finally arrives from a long journey that has numbed his feet and made him nauseous. He stretches his legs as he jumps out the carriage. And with his stretch lifting his head, his eyes pull up to the great structure of the capital, to the great wall that protects the city, marking guards above looking down and over the land, as his thought finds the work of a symphony to fit his adventure.

"Well kid, you can find me in one of those bars when you ready to go back down," The man says. "Name's Parco, by the way"

Nahshon just nods, not paying any attention to what he just said, mesmerized by the beautiful city.

"Hey, is there a king living in this country?" Nahshon asks.

"King Horik," The man states. "He's the 40th...or 50th something king of Verencia...I don't even know"

"Hmm, that's the country's name, huh...well, I'll be seeing you later," He says as he just remembers why he even came to the capital.

And so his made-up quest begins, roaming around the large capital, taking in everything he sees, attracted by the many, constantly getting distracted by every few turns he takes, with eventually backing up into a stranger.

"Oh, sorry," Nahshon says to the stranger, turning not to see a human or elf, but scaly green skin, and reptilian eyes instead.

"It's alright, mate," The lizardman says as he walks off.

And with seeing this being, he's the many other races; dwarves, demi-humans, orcs and many more, all conversing and going about their daily lives. Also seeing pubs and cafes that hold delicious scents that invite him, many fantasy-like shops, and even more. One thing ultimately pulls him in, calling at Nahshon with its cute little chirps. A big round bird of blue coloured feathers.

"Wow, look at how cute you are," Nahshon tells it, his heart-melting from the cuteness as he rubs its puffy head.

"It's called an amour bird," A rough old voice says. "First time seeing one?"

Nahshon turns around to an old man; dressed in black, eyepatch over his eye, almost hiding that mean scar done by claws.

"Yes, sir. I can't believe something like this exists," Nahshon says. "Is it from the forest?"

"Oh, no," The man chuckles. "It came all the way from Belle. Tell me, where are you from? you don't seem to be around from here. You looking to be a knight?"

"No...but can you tell me where the courthouse is?" Nahshon asks, having the old man chuckle.

"The courthouse?" The man questions. "Make your way to the downtown area, there's a map over there. Just keep moving left, and you'll get to it"

"Ah, thank you," Nahshon says, as he pets the bird one more time. "Bye, maybe I'll see you again"

He speedwalks going down the path the man had instructed. He also begins to question his many meetings with old men, simply striking it as a play by the universe. At last, he reaches, stepping into the courthouse, firstly seeing Ezek seated in a cell, bored with himself as he plays around with his hat.

"Sir," Nahshon goes to the man, as Ezek gets up from seeing him. "That elf...how can I get him out?"

"Sorry, young man, but he's in custody until he opens up a little more to the knights, and makes the right choice," The man says, looking over to Ezek, playfully shrugging his shoulders. "I hope you're kind to do so, Mr.Elf"

"But he had nothing to do with the activities," Nahshon explains.

"But he still knows their location," He replies, as he does his paperwork.

The thought hits Nahshon, wondering why they didn't bring him as well as Dahlia into questioning also. He sighs and looks over to Ezek, sitting back down, this time with his hands clenched as he's pissed.

"Don't worry about repaying him with gratitude," The man says. "This country just likes to keep things peaceful, that's all"

A sound of marching hits the door, a group of soldiers come. They pass Nahshon and to the man at the table.

"The King would like to speak with the elf," The soldier states.

"Huh?" Ezek sounds.

"Very well," The man replies, going to Ezek's cell.

He opens the cell for the guards, and luckily for them, Ezek has no plans on running. They take him by hand, handcuffs placed around them. As they pass Nahshon, Ezek looks at him, sighing at his weak attempt. Now, Nashon believes this is where he waits, understanding that his small authority, as a mere person, stops here. What seemed like a pressuring day, has now passed. Once again, he wanders through the city, stopping at a mart of strange fruits within its midst. His focus goes completely towards them, however, disturbed by tremors that seem to be from a hundred men. He heads outside to find out what's going on.

"Hey, it's the lad!" Harbard, the giant he met says, spotting Nahshon within the crowd of people.

Nahshon then sees two others; Lenny Marshall, and the dark skin elf, Elina.

"Hey, where's Ezek??" Elina asks, as she runs up and holds on to Nahshon.

"He was taken to the castle to go meet the king," Nahshon explains.

Lenny's expression displays annoyance, sighing at this news as he rubs his eyes.

"Kid..follow me," He orders Nahshon to do.

As they're walking through the city, the boy realizes no one is stopping them, it's as if the guards are fearful of something. His thoughts firstly assume its Harbard, most likely because they themselves have never seen a giant as well, then his thoughts change. He can hear his name amongst the murmuring of the guards and citizens, mixed in awe and discomfort, calling Lenny's name in their groups. The guards at the entrance of the castle simply move out of their way, treating this man like he's a dangerous killer on the loose with no hope of capturing him. They step their feet onto the long hallway, with seeing the soldiers holding Ezek handcuffed. And in there, they lay their eyes onto a man with brown curly hair and a toned confident body, sitting upon his throne with his crown made of bronze. This man, now realized by Nahshon, is the king, respected by all in Verencia.

"Len, haven't seen you in a while, old friend," The King smiles.

The room goes quiet with their presence. Ezek in cuffs, looking at his friends with delight and relief. Harbard outside looking through the huge door with the chatter of the audience outside rising again.

"Yeah, likewise...Horik. Now how about you give me back the kid, then we can go drink and talk about good old times"

Relief and tension rock their way in, with both Lenny and the King being familiar with each other. The trial of Ezek has begun.