You'd lived here for as long as you remembered – well, perhaps until you were 6. Each corner of the dimly-lit streets was etched into your head. You were very well convinced that you could walk into the Alcanado society with your eyes closed, since you had long familiarized yourself with each and every turn. When you were younger and more naïve, you had gotten yourself hopelessly lost in the endless corridors while your mouth gaped in awe at the fluttering lights in the laboratory. When you exited, you would sit on the outskirts of said town to watch the sunset with your caretaker, assigned personally by Grendel himself.
In other words, you were proud of your beautiful, beautiful town - Magatia. It was relatively safe, save the ongoing feud between Alcando and its rival, Zeunimist. Yet, they had kept much of their affairs more private and less threatening to the public than it had been a decade or so ago. Unfortunately, propaganda was still such a common thing around the city. However, citizens simply chose to roll their eyes at the posters slathered up onto each other – stapled hurriedly by the busboys of the city – upon the billboards.
That was all until you promptly moved to Orbis, as you were of age to live by yourself. You remember waving goodbye to your housekeeper, tears blurring the image of kind, round woman who handed you your suitcase.
You had just gotten back from a rigorous day of trying to repair the bond between Romeo and Juliet. Sure, you'd worked with cooperative people, and people who held up the whole quest presented to you by the aforementioned couple. Even though you ha taxi to and from Ariant, the blazing heat and stifling humidity had really got to you. In addition, the griminess of the Orbis Ship that you had shared with other equally sweaty passengers had your face twisted in annoyance. You took a shower immediately to wash off the sand, dust, and sweat that had accumulated.
Face clean and hair dried, you headed out to the spacious balcony. You flicked the balcony light on and seated yourself while extracting a delicate, primly sealed letter from your pocket. The night was young, just early enough for a peek of a whimsical sunset. You truly enjoyed the serenity of Orbis. Getting back to task at hand, you carefully tore at the envelope and pulled the message out.
Dear citizen,
The Royal Regnant in Leafre extends their fondest congratulations to you for a successful application for our summer program. Only twenty aspiring individuals were selected out of all that applied for an exclusive internship around our base – an extraordinary experience for the ages. Your period of internship starts from the first Monday of July to the third Friday of August. A directory will be displayed in the Fairchild Wing to assist you in locating the office of:
S, SEBASTIAN. BUCCANEER.
We expect you to be well-dressed and ready at the main Castle in Leafre. We look forward to working with you and unraveling the potential in our young generation.
With best regards,
The Palace.
The commute would not be so bad – all you needed was to dock a ship to Leafre. And you were to be working for the Royal Family in Leafre. A thirty minute trip was most definitely worth surrounding yourself in the grandest castle in the world. Perhaps you would also spot Tristan Fairchild, the handsome heir of the current king. Laughing, you went back into the apartment to find the most suitable clothes and to get yourself to bed as soon as possible.
Just who was this Sebastian?