Setrakus is angry. Furious. How dare she defy me! How dare she step out! But there she is. Opposing him.

He was preaching about Mogadorian Progress to his subjects. When she stepped forward.

He does not know her name. He has not seen her before.

But she stepped forward and said "No." A single word. But so much power. No.

He looks into her eyes, and then he remembers her. From another life, another world. His childhood friend. He used to laugh and play with her. His only light in a tunnel of darkness.

"No" She repeats, angry now. "This is not Setrakus I know. This is not you!"

He is trembling. He pinches himself, they cannot see his hesitation.

"Execute her." Setrakus orders in a harsh monotone. She stares into his eyes, unfazed. He turns away.

That night, he sits alone in the Piken cage. Unbeknownst to anyone, except maybe her, he is regretting his rashness. True, it is expected of him, but this is his childhood friend! Should he go and see her? Execution is not for five days. Should he? Another thing Setrakus does not know.

He remembers her. She was different. So was he. But then, he changed. He became Beloved Leader.

He is the Beloved Leader. But should he be beloved?

That night, she sits alone in her cell. Unbeknownst to anyone, expect maybe him, she is afraid. She was so sure Setrakus would take of his mask, and see her. But the day his father turned his brother heir, he changed. He became like the person they both despised. Like his father.

She looked at her hands. Perhaps there was no going back.

Alone in the Piken den, Setrakus was thinking the exact same thing.

A/N : This was originally a one shot, but now it's a story. Hope you like this chapter, tanks for reading! :D