Endymion had once again his mother and his childhood friend Beryl. He once again walked through the palace gardens, which by order of his great-grandmother had become bigger than the palace itself. He was walking along admiring the different vine flowers that had now claimed the temple as their own. He laughed; maybe he should build a flower shrine. However the generals would mock him endlessly so he decided against it. Endymion stooped to lean against a pillar and examine the wild roses when something bumped into his shoulder…
Serenity had just landed in the most beautiful place. Ruins of a temple by the looks of the long, white columns and main open walled building. The pillars broken down and crumbling were all covered in vines of roses, forget-me-nots, trumpets, morning glories, and every other imaginable flower. Their vines twisting and capturing the tall, ruined pillars. She started to explore the ruins more not really looking at where she was going, she was actually more interested in the temple, the flowers even the sky, until she ran into something hard and fell to the ground, knocking her breath from her, and bruising her bottom.
