The morning came, and the sun rose and shone. The sky was red from the horizon, shades of blue from afar, and orange in the midst. And it was also cloudless, revealing the magnificent, towering upside-down trees to the world. In the Gravedom Kingdom, it was like an evening as some lights had pierced, leaving thin pillars of morning light. The place looked grim with the fog and the few people on the streets. But life in the morning of Gravedom Kingdom would start in the homes of Graveers. On the first floor of the taverin, Popped was cooking at the kitchen counter. Then a woman stood beside the table with her forearms resting on it. She was wearing hoodie pajamas like everyone else having pajamas. Popped asked, “Fresleen, was yesterday your last rest?”

“Yeah,” Fresleen yawned and answered, “I’ll be at the children’s daycare at 11:00 A.M. How about you?”

“I- wait,” Popped stopped and said, “I’ve always wondered, most of the time, why do you start working two hours before lunch?”

“Oh, the children are always excited to meet their friends, so they arrive early in the daycare to interact and play. They can take care of the place without my assistance. So, I usually make sure they leave before lunch, refill snacks in the snack room, and organize events. There are no events for today, so I don’t have to go as early as them… Oh, and I play with them as well.”

“Oh, that figures. And so today, I’ll be taking a rest from cooking. I’ll also have to check the farm and send R’Lo’e’s friend to the physenham.”

“What?” R’Lo’e sounded surprised in the kitchen and asked, “What happened to him?”

“You don’t know?” Popped paused his cooking and looked at the kitchen door. He said, “Your friend has forgotten his memories. And he cannot even know his name. I thought something was wrong when he had problems knowing basic objects around the house.”

“That sounds serious,” Fresleen followed.

R’Lo’e walked out to the kitchen table while drying his hands with a cloth and said, “Oh, yeah. He did say to me that he didn’t have a name.”

Popped started washing his hands and placed a tray on the table and four bowls. He then poured yellow soup with diced meats and greens. After that, he got back to cooking. Fresleen took the tray and asked, "Do you know what happened to your friend, R'Lo'e?"

“I don’t know how he forgot his memories,” R’Lo’e reminisced for a few moments and said, “but I found him inside the hay sleeping at the chicken coop. And he told me as well that he worked for the deviled eggs.”

Fresleen walked back to the dining table and put the bowls on the table. She said, “Hm, I can summarize that something wrong happened to him while working alone, and he got an injury to his head. With the injury, he rested in the hay. I think he didn’t pursue going back home because it would be dangerous that he might get lost. You know, concussions. He was probably dizzy and having pains in his head.

“That sounds right. R'Lo'e, you can tell the physician from what Fresleen said. At least you will have some answers to their question,” Popped said as he washed his hands and sliced the fresh loaf of bread. He placed another tray and two plates on it with the sliced bread and washed vegetables. R’Lo’e took the plates and said, “Okay.” He walked to the dining table, where his mother was sitting, waiting for the family to be complete for breakfast. He placed the dishes on the table and sat beside her. Fresleen then took a spoon and a slice of bread. And she spread white spread on it. And Popped was finishing his last dish, which was sliced meat. He asked, “R’Lo’e, do you still have classes from your second parents?”

“No, I finished them two weeks ago. I’m doing classes from you guys,” R’Lo’e said.

“Oh, yeah,” Popped thought and said, “I remember now. Well, can you bring your friend to the physenham for his checkup later? I’ll be doing chores after our breakfast.”

R’Lo’e said, “Yeah, I can do that.”

Popped nodded and said, “Thank you, R’Lo’e.”

R’Lo’e took a spoon, preparing to eat breakfast, and said with a smile, “You’re welcome, Popped.”

Fresleen took a platter and added a bowl of soup and a spoon. She placed two slices of bread and a handful of vegetables on a small plate and said, “R’Lo’e, can you bring this to your friend? It’s his breakfast.”

“Oh,” R’Lo’e placed the spoon down and stood up. He said, “Sure.”

Fresleen moved the platter near to her son and said with a smile, “Thank you, R’Lo’e,”

R’Lo’e took the platter and said, “You’re welcome, Fresleen.” He walked and stopped as Popped called, “Wait, here, take some ham, R’Lo’e."

“Oh,” R’Lo’e came closer to Popped with the platter and said, "here."

Popped took the tongs and placed hams on the slices of bread and said, “Alright, your friend can have his breakfast now.”

"Okay," R’Lo’e said and went upstairs to the young boy’s room. He knocked with his hand as he handled the platter with one hand and waited for almost a minute. There was no reply, so he entered without making a sound. Inside, he saw the young boy sleeping silently. He walked and placed the platter on the dining table. He finished his task and left the room closed. While the soup was steaming hot, the delicious smell filled the room, and the young boy inhaled deeply with a runny nose. He woke up as he slowly opened his eyes and squinted at his breakfast. He swallowed his saliva hard as his throat was dry, then slowly rose his body. His face looked bothered and uncomfortable, and he wiped the mucous dripping from his nose with the sleeve from his bicep to the welt of the sock. He placed his feet on the floor and both hands on the edges of the mattress. He was breathing heavily and slowly while gazing at the floor with dead eyes. Then, he looked at his breakfast and stared at it. After he released a deep, quick exhale, he stood up, walked to the table, and sat on the chair. His movements were languid. He laid his elbow on the table and carried the temple with the palm of his hand. He took the spoon and scooped the soup. He blew air to it as it was hot and sipped. The soup was delicious, but he didn’t react any to it. So, he continued eating, and while at it, behind him, on the balcony, were several pigeons glaring at him on the railings and window stools.

In the grand main hall of the castle, Ourlena was walking together with a female soldier on a black and white carpet. Now, she was wearing her proper uniform of a militarized design of an old-world style, dark purple corset dress. She asked, “Any reports about the criminal?”

“Yes, he’s currently sleeping in the first room on the right hallway of the second floor of Popped Taverin, owned and homed by Popped, Fresleen, Vikletsper, Cru’F’F, Helelea, Em’E, and R’Lo’e.”

“Do you have the characterization of the person?”

“Yes. The person is male; he has a height of five feet and five inches; his weight is inconsistent, but he is malnourished; his hair is black and somewhat wavy or curly. His age is inconsistent, so the range is between fourteen to seventeen. His pupils are black, his complexion is light brown, and he has moles on his right forehead, lower right eyebrow, lower left eyelid, upper left lip, and two on the neck.”

“Superb… What did you guys do last night?”

“There was a discussion. And we sent twelve birds to watch over the criminal and to have an insight of information about him and his movements. We alerted all the knights about the criminal and readied them if the situation would turn dangerous. Because we don’t know anything about him. Also, we deployed four soldiers in casual clothing around the perimeter. And Commander Britlwoah in casual clothing too to be the first in the scene when something bad happens.”

“Hmm, does Xevmal know about this?”

“Yes, he was there during the discussion last night, and he’s in the throne room waiting for you.”

“Waiting for me? Him? Are you sure?”, Ourlena said in doubt.

“Yes,” the soldier spoke in confidence.

Both women walked up to the large, artistic, wooden double door. Each of them opened one side of the door. Inside was the throne room, grand and predominantly black and white in designs, full of family paintings and homemade, antique furniture. It was like a home for families that had been there for many generations. At the end of the black and white carpet was a platform with a dining table and chairs. But there were three thrones between the rows of chairs facing the main hall. Each throne was a comfortable seat with a slanting backrest, pillows, and fluffy toys. Ourlena looked around and asked, “Where is he?”

“Uhm, he was here when I left to report to you,” the soldier said.

They walked further and saw two soldiers standing by before and beside the thrones. Ourlena said, “Why are two here?”

One answered, “We’re here because Xevmal asked us to wait for you as his presence.”

“What? Where is he?”.

“He has something important to do, so he left.”

“Nonsense. Go and leave,” Ourlena said.

Both of them spoke, “Yes, Right Commander Ourlena,” and walked away.

“Wait!” Ourlena caught her eyes from one of them and said, “Are you the one who disturbed me while I was asleep at night yesterday?”

“Oh, no,” he whispered in guilt and said, “I mean, yes. That’s me.”

“You will be free in duty for two days, starting now. And you will prepare a discussion about the morals behind the scenario on what happened last night. On the third day, you will discuss what you prepared with your compeers and the newly recruited knights. You know what I’m talking about, right?” Ourlena said.

“Yes, Right Commander Ourlena. I apologize for disturbing your slumber.”

“Keep that in your discussion. Go and leave.”

They turned their backs and left the throne room. Now, the women are all alone. Ourlena sighed through her nose and went to the throne to sit down. And the female soldier stayed standing up to view the paintings and other artifacts. Ten minutes later, Xevmal arrived from the door side of the throne room. “Hey, guys!” he greeted them out loud. Ourlena didn’t bother facing him, but the soldier turned to look at him. Then the soldier walked and stayed before the platform. Xevmal was an old man with messy black and gray hair and a slouched back. He wore a worn, oversized, sleeveless, white shirt with small holes on the lower part. And the back of the shirt was tucked in. For the rest, he was wearing brown shorts, a long black sock, and a short blue sock. The women were not concerned about his appearance because everyone in the castle got used to it. He walked up in front of the platform with a mug and sat on it. He sipped hard, loud, and long and said, “Oh, yeah, that’s some good boiling water.”

“So, did you know about the situation?” Ourlena said while lying on the backrest.

Xevmal sipped again and said, “Yeah, I already fixed the creaking door at the pantry last night. So that’s done.”

She stared at the ceiling with the same straight face, but her silence spoke with disappointment and irritation. The silence from her got the attention of the soldier. When their eyes met, Ourlena gestured by turning her head at the throne. The soldier understood it and sat on the throne, resting her back as well. Ourlena said, “No, the serious one about the criminal we have in the kingdom.”

“Oh, that one. Yeah, yeah, I know that. There is a boy who entered our kingdom. I wonder how he did it?”

“So, Xevmal, what should we do to deal with the criminal? Have you formulated a decisive plan, or do you start taking action when a Graveer is murdered?”

“Aeh, huu, uhhh,” Xevmal said with a troubled face, then sipped his drink slowly.

Ourlena exhaled through her nose quietly and said, “P’lacia?”

“Yes,” P’lacia straightened her back and said, “Right Commander Ourlena?”

“Do you know about the situation?”

“Uh,” P’lacia rested her back again and said, “yes, Right Commander Ourlena.”

“And do you know what to do with it?”

“Yes, the criminal has his presence with the Graveers. We cannot rush into action as it might trigger him to attack or get violent. So, patience is our best offense here as our soldiers are prepared to destabilize him in the moment of opportunity. We deployed soldiers to apprehend or fight the criminal. And if he gets apprehended, which will likely happen, he will be imprisoned with a case documented with the judgment of execution.” Xevmal choked from his drink and coughed multiple times. P’lacia continued, “Then, he will be executed specifically by chopping his head off.”

Xevmal inhaled deeply through his nose and coughed loudly in one go. He placed the mug down and aggressively stood up. He faced the women and said in surprise, “Execution by chopping his head off?! What kind of monster made this law to chop someone’s head off because of trespassing?”

Nobody said something after Xevmal questioned, and silence was all over the room. Then Ourlena answered, “You did.” Xevmal reacted by moving his eyes away and looking back at Ourlena when she continued, “What’s with the euphemism? It is not even about trespassing. He will be guilty of bloodless Graveer, undeserving memory of the privy, and the exposure of the without. The Zeroth Words of King Xevmal, three, eight, state that What I speak are words from ours. No Graveer shall intervene or demur, for this was, is, and will be conventional by every Graveer. So why are you surprised when you were the one who said the words. And why are you opposing them? And the Fourteenth Words of King Xevmal, three to six, state that the execution shall be his neck cut off to separate the head from the rest for the secrecy of our people and kingdom is in his head, not the rest. The rest shall be fed to the waters, for it is empty, so it belongs outside. The head shall be fed to the land beyond the Gravedom Kingdom, for the animals we eat will not eat it. The secrecy shall never leave this crowned land.”

Xevmal squinted his eyes and spoke sneakily, “Uh, can’t we amend the laws?” He pinched his finger and made a line gesture. He continued, “You know, crash the execution part and do something before the chopping?”

Ourlena said, “Wow, that’s my first time to hear reminding yourself to amend the laws. We wouldn’t be in your mess if you worked on your revision of laws.” P’lacia followed, “Xevmal, why are you being protective of this criminal? And what are your plans with him anyway? He can’t stay here and live here with us due to our religious beliefs and the laws we have. And we can’t send him out because he knows our secret. The only way is to kill him.”

Xevmal sighed and walked to the dining table. He sat properly in the front of them and looked into the eyes of the women. A few seconds later, he said, “We are Graveers; we are the children of God because we chose the side of Woman. So let our eyne not be of an unmothered child.” He turned his head at the P’lacia and continued, “I am protective of this person because we are supposed to see more other than his raiment and use it to be our judgment to have him as a criminal or not. Popped, Fresleen, and their children, and those around him. Have you not realized that he had not done nothing bad?” Ourlena inserted and said, “Yet.” Xevmal looked at Ourlena for a few moments and said, “Parfay, I understand your assumptions towards a stranger. Howbeit, you, too, should understand my assumptions about him.” Xevmal exhaled and said, “I know you are godful person, Knight Commander Ourlena, but a very cautious one. But we can’t simply execute someone who has not murdered, stolen, or harmed anybody. And I trust in my knights, who swore to protect the Graveers before the kingdom and before me.” Ourlena stayed quiet, and Xevmal looked at P’lacia and said, “Your words are true. He can’t stay here or live with us. But if he is a criminal, which has a wicked heart, malevolent mind, and corrupt soul, or even one of them, then I have no questions executing him by chopping his head off…” His eyes focused on P’lacia, but it seemed he was not seeing her. He whispered, and the women heard it, “Maugre the past, this kingdom was made by men, women, and their children… Deep in their hearts, minds, and souls…” His eyes began teary but not a tear fell, and he said, “Somewhere, there was good…” He smiled and started seeing again. He said, “Keep the past in history to have the future a mystery. That’s how to make the present exciting to live. He mi-,” Xevmal stopped and looked behind him because there was a faint noise. P’lacia wanted to know what happened as well, so she pushed the armrest to raise herself to see. The noise came from the mug that was lying on the carpet.

“If our testimony,” Ourlena said, and Xevmal looked back in front, and P’lacia sat down. Ourlena continued, “shows that he is a good person, what would you do to him?”

“Uhhh,” Xevmal wondered and began to slouch his back.

P’lacia looked at Ourlena and answered, “Having the secrecy of this kingdom is the utmost priority as stated by the First Words of King Xevmal. If he truly is a good person, he will keep the secret. Then we will ship him out to a decent kingdom.”

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Ourlena said, “You know, you should be the queen of Gravedom and kick Xevmal out from royalty.”

“Huh?” P’lacia mumbled.

“Wait, you can’t do that,” Xevmal talked back.

Ourlena said, “But you are worst now. You are, by far, have lost to fit to handle as a king and the kingdom.”

“Have your ears to me. I’m really old.”

“That’s the reason.”

“Wait, wait," Xevmal panicked and said, "there are no laws that can appoint someone into royalty. Besides,” Xevmal said, and Ourlena interjected, making them exchange words simultaneously. She said, “That’s why you need to make changes in your laws to confirm with the words of Queen Frelimaloliqa. You and U’U agreed with her.” Xevmal continued, “I could still do right as a king. I’m trying and struggling to figure and help things out. But that’s what matters, figure and help. And I have the experience. And I can still deliver proper commands and messages. Just give yourself patience a-”

“I have already maxed my patience, Xevmal,” Ourlena raised her voice and said, “because of you. Your outdated, contradicting, stupid laws have been ignored for modernization for too long. We are in this situation where we still have to listen to an old man trying and struggling to figure and work things out. We talked about this many times, and I don’t know how many times Gremelor’D has reminded you to finish a draft of revised laws. If you cannot do that, then might as well enthrone P’lacia to do it.” When P’lacia heard her name, she widened her eyes while awkwardly moving them around. She resumed being invisible by not moving. Ourlena continued, “and oust you as the king because I know you will retard her. Have you forgotten that Queen Frelimaloliqa was very against senopulucratia and wanted the younger ones to rule the kingdom? Do you know how much rewording she did for you while you idled? You even let U’U work for you despite her old age.”

Xevmal looked down with a sad face and stood up. He walked and took the mug. Then he slowly went back to the door where he came. Ourlena said, “Don’t forget to dry the wet carpet, or I will make you feel ashamed of your actions that caused problems in this kingdom.”

P’lacia frowned and felt sad for Xevmal. Suddenly, her face changed seriously, and she said, “Xevmal, despite your flaws, you were able to figure things out and help us. And that’s what really matters. A king who is still a king by the people and the kingdom will always be king. So, thank you, Xevmal.” But Xevmal didn’t look at her, but he mumbled something. He continued walking, depressed, and left the throne room. P’lacia frowned again and looked irritated at Ourlena. She said, “Ourlena, why are you surly towards him?”

Ourlena faced P’lacia and answered, “You have not been long enough around with him.”

P’lacia examined the face of Ourlena, and it was emotionless yet austere. And her eyes were fierce that P’lacia put her in her place. P’lacia looked down and said, “I see.”

“Don’t show me that behavior,” Ourlena noticed and said, “You better change that because no Graveer is above or below another Graveer. We’re all the same under Graveer. It’s just my face. Don’t feel distraught or think of anything because my face has nothing to express. So, what were you actually going to say?”

The eyes of P’lacia started getting watery as she relieved her fear. She said, “B-but your choice of words is scary, and together with your face, I- I don’t know what to interpret, but I feel threatened.”

“Look away when I look at you, then,” Ourlena said as she turned her head one-hundred eighty degrees.”

“Nooo!” P’lacia adorably said as she leaned forward with her hands and arms, trying to reach Ourlena for a hug. Then she stood up and rushed to Ourlena. She hugged her and said, “I really didn’t mean it that way.”

“I know, I know,” Ourlena stood up and said, “Come, let’s leave this place so Xevmal can dry the carpet.”

P’lacia stopped hugging, and Ourlena walked towards the main hall. P’lacia followed, and while they were walking, Ourlena said, “I do understand your sentiment of me from what I said to Xevmal, though. But it gets annoying when the problem isn’t done and keeps getting back to you without progress. So, I acted that way.”

“Why do you think Xevmal doesn’t want to revise the laws?”

“He doesn’t have the answer to that. But I do believe he is bored.”

From afar, Xevmal was tiptoeing silently towards the carpet with a pedestal fan while looking at the women who were meters away from the double door.

Back at the porch of the Popped taverin, the door opened then the young boy left the house. His eyes were squinting, and the forehead was glossy. When R’Lo’e followed and left the place, the young boy said drowsily, “Uhg, Is this the place?”

“What?”

“Where’re we going?”

“Don’t worry. It’s not that far. We will arrive there in two to three minutes. Come,” R’Lo’e said and held the boy’s hand. They went out of the porch, and many pigeons flew away from the second-floor balcony. The birds gathered at the buildings in front of Popped Taverin. They continued to watch over the young boy. When the two boys headed to the center of the street, a man stopped walking and greeted them, “Good morning, boys. Are you two going to the farm?”

The boys stopped, and R’Lo’e looked at the man. R’Lo’e said, “Good morning, we’re going to the physenham.”

“Oh,” the man was surprised and said, “It must be urgent. I’m sorry for the stoppage.” And he resumed walking in his path.

R’Lo’e said, “Thank you,” and the boys continued walking. After their conversation, the birds started flying away. Some went up in the air, some stayed, and the rest flew above the roofs.

The boys walked on the streets for two minutes, then R’Lo’e stopped to look, but the young boy continued walking. The young boy seemed dizzy and tired, then he said impatiently, “Are you, are you sure we’re going the right way? Do you even know where it is?” R’Lo’e felt the young boy pulling his arm and glanced at him. R’Lo’E said, “We have arrived already. It’s in front of us.”

The young boy looked in the wrong direction and observed the houses for a few seconds. R’Lo’e watched the boy and saw what was happening to him. The young boy said, “Oh, uh, I should’ve known. Sorry, sorry.”

R’Lo’e replied, “It’s fine. We’re here anyway.” They walked and went inside the physenham. It was a three-building townhouse with similar designs to most of the buildings. The layout was a house attached with another house on top, and the third building was connected sideways to the top house. Upon entering, they were inside a foyer that felt like a living room. The design of the interior of the house was old-world style. Then they entered the living room, which was broad and cozy. R’Lo’e guided the young boy and said, “Here, sit here.” And the young boy slowly sat down on a wing chair and laid his elbows on the sides of the chair. He touched his forehead and rubbed with pressure the temples of his head with the tips of his fingers. R’Lo’e went and sat on a sofa. The young boy was grumbling in discomfort and pain while squeezing his eyes hard, and R’Lo’e looked at him, worried. R’Lo’e said, “I’ll go tell the physician. Wait here for a moment.” He stood up and went into a room, and while the young boy was left alone, something was slowly descending from a well-decorated fireplace. A pair of short black socks of a child revealed first, then the long pants pajamas and the long-sleeved shirt pajamas, and then she showed her face. A little girl was hanging and holding on to something in the chimney. And there, she was observing the young boy. Quietly, she dropped down and crawled on the floor. Beside the chair, she slowly ascended, showing only up to her eyes. She whispered, “Hey, do you want a glass of water?” The young boy didn’t respond, so she slowly descended. Moments later, a glass of water slowly ascended with her holding it. She whispered, “Hey, do you want a glass of water?” The young boy still didn’t respond, and the glass of water descended. After being rejected, the girl drank the water and looked in front as she noticed someone walking. A second later, a man came into the living room with R’Lo’e. He was wearing a surcoat under his untied nightrobe. And there were papers filled in the pockets and his clothes. They stopped, and the physician said in surprise, “Woah, a patient.” Suddenly disturbed, he looked at the young boy's underwear and turned his head at R’Lo’e. The physician continued, “So how did he get a concussion?”

“Nobody knows what actually happened to him, but my mother summarized that it could be a concussion based on what he was doing at the deviled chicken coop on the farm. I found him resting on the nesting box yesterday, and he told me he didn’t have a name. And, uh, he lost knowing some common knowledge like the names of his fingers. Uh, and yesterday, he was energetic and well. Now, he’s acting contradictory but with a headache. And it has gotten worse when we arrived.”

“A concussion is assuring, but,” the physician said as they approached the young boy, and three papers fell from his clothes. He sniffed and continued, “I’m going to take him for further diagnosis for accurate analysis and treat him with my competency.” He crossed his arms and whispered, “If I can remember.”

The little girl looked at R’Lo’e, and R'Lo'e said, “He’s going to return to his healthy self, right?”

“With our current medicine, definitely,” the physician said, and the little girl looked at him. The physician continued. “However, he won’t leave healthy. He looks malnourished; he needs food and exercise. What was he been doing?”

“I think he overworked himself for making the deviled eggs,” R’Lo’e said.

“Really?” the physician said in doubt and continued, “In two years with a free choice of rest?”

“Uhm, I’m not sure.”

“Hm,” the physician thought and said, “they were in a cadre.”

The physician kneeled and said, “Han’E, can you tell the second children to prepare the bed in my room? It’s currently messy.” Han’E said, “Okaaay!” And the physician stood up and continued, “Thank you, Han’E.” Han’E placed the glass on the short table and said, “You’re welcome, Var’Yry.” And she went inside the fireplace and climbed up. Var’Yry looked at R’Lo’e and said, “You can leave him up to me now. I’ll take care of him.”

“Okay,” R’Lo’e looked at him with a smile and said, “Thank you, Var’Yry.”

“You’re welcome, R’Lo’e. I will letter you when he’s back to health and ready to get taken to home,” Var’Yry said with a smile, and R’Lo’e left the physenham.

“Come,” Var’Yry looked at the young boy and said, “You have to stop rubbing menthol gel near your eyes.” He placed the young boy’s hands down and hugged him, resting his head over the shoulder. His arms wrapped around the body as his hands reached the bottom. He carried the boy up at ease with his strength and controlled the legs to scissor his waist. And he bent backward to fasten the body to his torso to avoid carrying the boy’s weight forward. After that, Var’Yry walked through the dining room, the kitchen room, and another living room with stairs. He walked up to the second house, and they arrived in a living room with a wide conversation pit in the center. Then Han’E ran into the room with her three siblings from another room. Han’E and the two other children chose to jump into the pit and ran through to the other side. And the other child decided to rush around the pit, slowing him down. They were playing and laughing, and then a woman was chasing after them. The children hurriedly ran into a hole in the wall beside the staircase. When Han’E went inside the hole first, she turned around and grabbed the nets from the upper interior of the hole. She climbed up, and her siblings followed. Then echoes of regrets were heard, “Nooo!” The last child that entered the hole slid down, and the woman caught him. She said, “Tagged.” The child giggled, “Nooo, ho, hoo!” and said, “The slide was too slippery. My small feet couldn’t push me up.” The woman carried him on her bosom and said, “Hehe, the unluck of others becomes luck for some.” She walked up the stairs to the third house, and the child said, “Why am I so unlucky?!” The mother answered, “Because humans are unfortunate beings, and that’s why you are unlucky…” She arrived at the floor of the third house and dropped the child. At the end of the hallway, the remaining children watched with widened eyes and jaws dropped. The mother continued, “for them.” And the children ran and screamed, “HIIIDE!” And the tagged child bolted and said, “Hahaha! Prepare yourself!”

Var’Yry entered his room, and people came out of the patient’s room. They were carrying piles of paper and cleaning utensils. When someone was walking toward Var’Yry, she said, “Var’Yry did you sleep with a monograph about the human body? I’m going to need it.”

“Uh, search for it in my bookshelf. I don’t remember sleeping with a book last night.”

“Okay,” the woman said and nodded, “thank you, Var’Yry.” Var’Yry and the woman passed by each other, and he said with a smile, “You are welcome, Krysontell.” He entered the patient’s room and laid the young boy on the bed. He grabbed the blanket and wiped the gel from the boy’s forehead, especially near his eyes. After that, he went to the wall of drawers. The wall had drawers reaching from the bottom up to the very top. And the drawers were aligned in a slanting manner. He grabbed the sideway staircase and dragged it while checking the drawers in rows. Every drawer had a label of medicinal names and a screen showing the temperature inside. He read the labels, and there were patterns where the first letter of the words was in order with the alphabet. He stopped at the letter S and looked up at the staircase to position it correctly for the drawer he wanted to check. Then he placed his foot on the first step of the staircase and pushed it down with force. He heard a clank from the top and bottom caps of the staircase, and the staircase became stiff. He walked up to the staircase while checking the drawers on the wall. When he found the drawer named Sumatriptan and a temperature of 20 °C, he opened it and found a wide box displaying pen-sized white capsules. He took one and closed the drawer. He went down to his roll-top desk for an empty syringe. Then he proceeded to the young boy, where he was already sleeping. Var’Yry placed the white capsule on the bed and rolled the sock and the sleeve on the boy’s arm. He uncovered the cap for the needle of the syringe and inserted the needle intravenously on the forearm. While inserting the needle, a transparent gel scraped off, leaving it surrounding the injected area. He took a small amount of blood from the young boy and extracted the needle. After that, he covered the needle with the cap and placed the syringe on the short table. Var’Yry yawned and took the Sumatriptan. He twisted the capsule and split it, separating the upper and lower caps. He gently pinched the skin on the upper arm and pressed the lower capsule on it. He slowly pushed the upper cap down with his thumb until he couldn’t anymore. After that, Var’Yry released his thumb, and the upper capsule launched itself back. He took the capsule away and walked to his roll-top desk with the syringe of the boy’s blood. He took two note papers and a pen and wrote in cursive, “one sumatriptan used.” He reached his hand over the roll desk top and discarded the capsule into a hole in the wall. Then he stuck the note in the drawer in front of him. He took the pen and wrote in cursive with the remaining paper, “Retravisk, this is Var’Yry. Can I take your morning and let you come here to check the severity of brain injury from my patient? Yeah, I just got a patient. There’s something wrong with his immune system. His white blood cells are not functioning.” He placed the pen back where it was and went to the window. He opened it and whistled in a high-pitched sound. Then a pigeon arrived with a backpack and landed on the window stool. He rolled the paper and placed it inside the bag. He fastened it and said, “Give it to Retravisk, the nervuloog. Do you know him?” The bird looked away for a few seconds and nodded at Var’Yry. Var’Yry said, “Thank you.” And the bird checked the bag with its beak whether it was closed properly or not and then flew away. Var’Yry closed the window, and the moment he shut the curtains, a loud crash came from the window. He flinched. Surprised, he was bewildered for a couple of seconds. He spread the curtains to check the window. And on the window, there was a smear on the glass that looked like a bird. “What?” Var’Yry said and opened the window. He looked down at the window and saw a pigeon flapping its wings vigorously while running back up. Var’Yry didn’t believe it and said, “That was fast. He replied already? And you arrived in an instant?” Var’Yry helped the bird when he was able to reach it and placed it on the window stool. The bird sat down, and it was resting while breathing heavily. There was a rolled paper attached to the bird's backpack. He took it and read the letter written in cursive with his eyes. It said, “Physician Var’Yry, the boy you have in your house is not a Graveer. Please proceed with caution when treating him. Our knights are already in front of the door of the room you are in.” He stopped reading and looked at the door, which was left open. He saw two soldiers behind Commander Britlwoah. Britlwoah waved his hand at Var’Yry, and Britlwoah said, “May we come in, Var’Yry? You’re in the middle of your work, so I thought I had to ask.”

“No, no, it’s fine. You may come in,” Var’Yry said and continued reading the letter, “They are there to protect and intervene, especially when things become dangerous. Don’t worry, everyone in your physenham is safe. There is no exigency to evacuate. You can rely on our knights.” After reading the letter, the soldiers surrounded the young boy and inspected him just by looking. Var’Yry went to them and examined the boy with them. Var’Yry then looked at Britlwoah and pointed his finger at the boy. Britlwoah noticed and also looked at Var’Yry. He responded with a nod, and Var’Yry looked back at the boy and said, “So they wear their underwear outside, huh?” After what Var’Yry said, he looked at Britlwoah. After an eight-second silence, one of Britlwoah’s soldiers noticed Var’Yry and elbow bumped Britlwoah. “Oh, what?” Britlwoah said as he looked at his soldier. And the soldier swiped his head towards Var’Yry. “O- I,” Britlwoah glanced at Var’Yry and said with a doubtful shrug, “Uh, I don’t know. The only information I have is that life outside here is hard and harsh, and very confusing. But.” He looked at the boy and continued, “Maybe this is our first to know that they wear their underwear over their pants.” Var’Yry looked at the boy with his arms crossed and said, “Hmmm, how about for shorts?” After Britlwoah looked at the boy, he slowly moved his head at Var’Yry.

Outside the castle of the Gravedom Kingdom, at the opened window of Ourlena’s room, a pigeon was flying towards it. It observed that there was no one in its front. So, when the bird landed on the window stool, it looked to its left. Still, there was nobody. Then when it turned its head to its right, a hand came close to its face. The pigeon was frightened, flapping its wings rapidly while backing away. The bird almost fell, but it stopped when it realized it was Ourlena. The bird breathed heavily. Ourlena moved her hand away and understood what she had done. She said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” The bird calmed down and looked at Ourlena with its head titled. Ourlena said, “What more do you want from my sorry?” The bird slowly blinked and walked towards her. Ourlena opened the handbag and took the paper. She read it with her eyes, and the letter said in cursive, “This is Var’Yry, the one taking care of the boy. He is sleeping, and I kept him sedated, so we are safer now. And a nervuloog just came, and she is checking for any brain injuries. The boy was sent here by R'Lo'e because the boy had a concussion. So, we decided to treat him to health before you can do something with him. I will be the one who will make the record of the boy’s identity as I have started working on it now.” Ourlena grabbed the bird and walked to her desk. She placed the bird on the table and said, “Take a break.” And the bird sat down. She sat on her chair and took a piece of paper and a pen. She wrote in cursive, “I advise where the boy is not close with the people. We don’t know anything about him, making him dangerous. Tell Britlwoah and his companions to bring the boy up to the castle. We have prepared a room for him and for you two to treat him in a safer place. You can finish making his record here if you want to continue.” Ourlena rolled the paper and went to the window, where she whistled in a short, high-pitched sound. A pigeon arrived, and she placed the letter in the backpack. “Var’Yry,” Ourlena said. The bird flew to the physenham of Var’Yry, and when it arrived in its windows, Var’Yry took it and read it. “Okay,” he said as he crumpled the paper and threw it in the trash can.

Minutes passed, and in the room of Ourlena, she walked to the window with the pigeon in hand. She placed the bird on the window stool and said, “Are you sure? You’re okay now?” The bird nodded. “Okay,” she said, and the bird flew away. Then, there were faint knocks at the door. She went and opened it. And it was a female soldier holding papers, and she said, “Sorry for knocking, Right Commander Ourlena. May I know the current whereabouts of Rius?” Ourlena answered, “He has not returned from the Hearken to Questing.” The soldier nodded and said, “I understand.” She then handed out one of the papers and said, “And, here’s the trial made by Xevmal for the boy. He asked if it’s okay.” Ourlena took the paper and read it. She saw a realistic hand-drawn drawing of a messy room with cursive-written information arrowed to specific objects. She said, “Waw, the amount of work put into this." The soldier asked, “So what do you think?” Ourlena stopped reading and handed back the paper. She said, “What do I think?” The soldier took the paper, and Ourlena continued, “Tell him that I will start doing for him when he’s done working on the laws.” And she closed the door. The soldier said, “Oh, okay,” and left the place.

After Britlwoah sent the young boy to the castle to continue the treatment, nothing much was going on. The boy was carried by Britlwoah on the back while sleeping. And Var’Yry and Retravisk, carrying a bag, were with Britlwoah and his two soldiers. The boy’s testimony would begin later on after presumably being healed. And the everyday life of the Graveers in the Gravedom Kingdom continued. The day was slow, but when evening arrived, the blue sky turned dark, and the large clouds that filled it dissipated and traveled away. The sun and other suns had set, and the other moons rose. And those moons were small and far away, but the moon that ascended with them was the largest and nearest to the planet. The moon was bright as each crater and detail could be seen. And it was shining as the moonlight gently fell to the lands and waters. The waters from the seas and oceans swashed the white sands like a whispering shush. They were calm and reflected the moon and the immense beauty from the dark sky above and beyond with giant and small celestial bodies. The lands, separated by the sand to the waters, were covered with only long, vertical, one-leafed grasses as they dominated the vast area. The grasses danced gently with the breeze; not one danced left or right but towards the Gravedom Kingdom. The fireflies overpopulated the place as the Crown Forest was sparkling and twinkling with their lights. Some of them stayed and lived over the long grasses. When the moon slowly rose from the horizon, a dark figure was somewhat visible from the human eyes. It was above the moon. It was not a planet, moon, star, or heavenly body. As the moon continually ascended, it reached to reveal half of its circumference, and the intensity of the moonlight showed a silhouette of an adolescent human. In front of the moon, someone was floating. Hours passed, and when the moon rose, the topmost of the moon showed a pair of bare feet dangling. Then the thin legs, skinny arms, and long, wide, messy hair. The torso was slim and feminine. And at last, the head; it was looking down and positioned sideways as if she had died. And she had no clothes on her. She stayed there without moving, and even her hair didn’t sway. More hours passed, and when the moon finally emerged from the horizon and above the water, it stopped moving. The silhouette of the female was aligned perfectly at the center of the moon. Suddenly, the breeze changed to a gale. The waters became rough as the crest of the waves became enlarged. And they became noisy as the waves crashed and engulfed a wide area of sands by the swash. The long grasses moved synchronously, and they bent down. The strong wind blew the fireflies away like shooting stars, but some held on to the leaves and branches. From the field of grasses, a man slowly stood from his kneel. And it was in a silhouette of a partially armored knight. The man had an outstanding physique. He had a perfect fit body and visibly shaped muscles. While standing, he pulled a giant sword lying on the ground. After he stood straight and proper, his height extraordinarily reached eight feet. He faced the woman floating in front of the moon. Then many followed him standing up against her.