"What the fuck just happened?" all of a sudden he found himself together with his two best friends, one male and one female, both blond, in a huge dimly lit room, in the middle of a strange circle drawn on the floor, which had just stopped shining with a blue light.

He touched his head, he had never had such a headache, and then, with some effort, focused his vision. About ten metres away from him were about twenty people, all wearing sumptuous medieval robes.

However, one of them, a 'girl', bore little resemblance to the rest of the group; in fact, unlike the others, she did not appear to be human, although she had the features, but rather a robot, an android of sorts, also wearing sumptuous medieval clothing.

He could barely keep his eyes open, his head was spinning as never before. He lost his balance, falling to the ground, as did his female friend. The only one to remain on his feet, although with no little difficulty, was the other young man, who immediately rushed to the young blonde woman as soon as he saw her slumped to the ground, shouting "Sister, sister!" then, having failed to wake her up, lifted her head off the ground, and began shouting his friend's name, a couple of metres away from him "Sat, Sat! Hey, Sat!"

Just as he was shouting his friend's name, the robot girl approached him. She looked him straight in the eyes, then whispered "Sleep, it's night." she touched him on the forehead with the forefinger of her right hand, causing him to fall asleep, but an instant before he closed his eyes, the young blond man could admire the android's enchanting appearance.

She, with a pale complexion, had beautiful, luminous blue eyes, luminous in the true sense of the word, for they shone with a faint light of their own, and short, straight sky-blue hair, lighter on most of the right tips.

In any case, all three found themselves unconscious within a few minutes.

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"Good job, Dricea, I knew you could do it!" said a more or less elderly man, with a crown on his head and a sceptre in his left hand, just before reaching her inside the circle drawn on the ground.

"Thank you, my king."

The next morning, although he still felt quite tired, Sat finally opened his eyes again. After crinkling them, he stretched a little, then, hearing a suave, but slightly metallic, female voice intoning a song he had never heard, capable of calming him and making him feel better, more at ease, he got out of bed, to go and check who owned it.

Beyond the window pane, he saw a girl with sky-blue hair standing atop a tower, the skirt of her dress swaying in the wind. He also realised that he was very, very high up, inside what seemed to him to be a castle, surrounded by an immense city, also medieval in appearance, as was everything else around him.

"Wa- wait! What's that girl doing up there?!" he threw open the window, so he could shout at her to come down, but nothing doing, she didn't listen to him, on the contrary, she continued to sing, with even more vigour and intensity. She did not even dignify him with a glance.

"Hey, you!" he did not know what to do, so he ran to the door of the room he was in, but could not open it. For who knows what reason, they had locked him in there.

He began to knock on the door, louder and louder, until it was opened for him by a man in his fifties in fine clothes, the clothes of a servant.

"Good morning, third hero, how can I help you?"

"Third hero?" suddenly, he remembered why he had knocked "But what third hero! Rather, there is a girl on top of one of the towers outside, we must do something immediately, or it could end badly for her!"

"A girl? Oh, you mean Dricea. Don't worry, she does this early every morning, nothing will happen to her."

"Every... Morning? But... How? Why?" with a sudden burst, he caught the servant by surprise, managing to get past him, so once in the corridor, immense and opulent, he looked out one of its many windows "Hey, you! What the fuck are you doing, get down from there, it's dangerous!"

His eyes grew moist, he almost began to cry, to sob "Get down, please! Come down... Please..." he had no time to finish the sentence, that the girl, the same robot girl he had seen the day before, perched before him on the window ledge, looking at him with nothing but coldness.

"Enough crying, my hero."