There is a table filled with documents behind the table an old man is reading all the documents. The door of the office opens, and a man enters, and next to him there is a woman wearing a traditional red robe. The old man gets up off the chair and greets the woman.

"Ms. Rebecca, what brings you here?" The old man asks politely. The woman looks at the old man and says smiling: "My father sent me there to see how is going the ships. He said that he wants it finished faster than possible."

"Faster than possible? Make 20 flying ships it's not so easy, and with the amount of the slaves we have at this moment, will be hard to finish 20 flying ships even this year." The old man says.

"We don't have so much time. The tensions of royal families are getting more hard, hordes of magic beats are getting more frequent. The Leone family has to be stronger, so we need these ships." Ms. Rebecca says.

"I understand the current situation, but to finish these flying ships in lesser time, will be needed more slaves and workers, or we must make the slaves work 24 hours per day."

"He thought you would talk at, so he sends me to send a thing to you," She says giving the man a photograph of an old lady holding a child in her arms. When the man saw the photo, he makes an angry face and was about to curse her, but stopped when he saw the man next to her holding a silver desert eagle in his right hand.

"If these ships are not ready until next month, heads will fly." Ms. Rebecca replies, making the old man's face pales. "In the relation of more workers. A flying ship is bringing more slaves and in the workload's relation, I don't care about the death of these slaves, so finish these ships until next month, understand?" Ms. Rebecca says sending a scary look to the old man.

"Y-yes Ms. Rebecca."

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"Keeps working hard." Ms. Rebecca says before leaving the office with the man holding a silver desert eagle, only staying the old man looking at the photo in his hand.

"Mother fucker…" The old man's faces become red with anger. He breaks the table and sends the chair flying in the office. The whole office trembles, the old man looks at the chair that was destroyed and raises his hand toward it, flames appear in the chair and burn it completely.

Afterburn the chair, the old man looks, picks up a phone in his legs pocket and calls the first person in his phone book. After some minutes a child's voice talk in the phone:

"Hello, it's my father?"

"Yes, I'm calling to see how are you and your mother."

"We're well, a friend of yours came here."

"A-a friend? Who friend?"

"I don't know, but it's a beautiful woman. She gave me a book."

"Oh, I see. What is the name of the book?"

"The king and the fool." When the father heard the book's name, his face becomes redder of anger, flames appear in his body. The man was about to burn the entire office, but his child calls him.

"Father?" The child calls the old man. The olds man takes a deep breath and says to his child.

"Okay, the father has to back to work, I love you and your mother."

"I love you too, father." The child says before the turn off the phone. The old man looks at the office and calls at the second number in his phone book. After one second a female voice asks:

"Yes, boss?"

"LAURA! WAKE UP THE SLAVES AND SEND THEIR DIRTY BUTT TO MINING ZONE, NOW!!!"

…

In the hall.

Amon and Ray are running as faster than they can, they stop to run when they see a stair. They go up the stairs and leave the hall. Outside, it's still night, the dark orange sky is filled with purple stars shining brightly, 4 moons can be seen in the sky giving the place a mystic appearance.

The mining zone area is vast, with a lot of flying ships under construction, some ships with more than 900m in size. All slaves are walking toward a black factory in the middle of the mining zone.

Amon was about to run but stopped when he saw Ray stay still looking at the dark orange sky and that purple star.

"It's hard to get used to this view, isn't it?" Amon asks, looking at his friend. A tear forms in Ray's eye. He looks at Amon and replies a bit sadly:

"A little, look at this sky every day makes me remember something I don't want to."

"I understand you," Amon says, putting his hand in Ray's shoulder.

"I know..." Ray sighed.