At the Training Grounds…
"Pull!"
ZAP!
The disk was blasted into bits. The silver bat with a jewel on its stomach in staff form glowed blue energy as it was the proud owner of the young Silver Defender, William. He wanted to get into some extra practice with his often Crown Palisman, Trifle Truffle before heading out. He was planning on heading to the charity that helps witches inflicted with magical madness. It was just one of the things that the royal family did, to inspire the people, and show that they are still in touch with others despite being the vessels to the Titan.
Besides, it was a good cause.
William overhears Atticus when he comes over from Saint Cage Thoracique, the largest mental hospital in the Boiling Isles, he told his uncle about the serious conditions of many of those poor witches. Magic-inflicted illness was difficult to treat. William wanted to do more to help, which is why there was this charity.
The bat squeaked to its master.
"Yeah, I think my aim is getting better too. Hopefully, we can put on a good enough show and earn enough." The young fourteen-year-old grinned.
"SQUEAK. SQUEAK!"
"I know, I know, I should stop doubting myself but I'm not much of a fighter like Hunter or Atticus."
"SQUEAK!"
"You're right. This is about charity and a little bit of flair in doing this." William smiled as the bat returned to its crown form, "Better give our respects before we go. It is a tradition to pray to the ancestors for luck before performing a charity or going to battle."
At the Gilded Gardens…
The Gilded Gardens is the most sacred and respected place.
This is where the most heroic and brave are buried, it is also the resting place of the royal family ancestors. Departed family members will be given the highest members as they are closest to the hearts of the garden, the Grimwalker Tree, and the statue of the emperor's brother. A man who saved his uncle's life but paid with his own, his father. A man he will never have a chance to meet but loved all the same.
William laid the flowers on the graves and gave the bouquet to his father.
'Caleb, a Hero, a father, a brother, a Man never forgotten.'
"Hello, Father. I see Uncle has been watering here and making sure everything is nice and green. He misses you a lot. I can tell. You're all the memory of who he was before, and he wants to do everything to keep it." William smiled sadly, "I came to tell you that I'm heading out for a bit, doing charity for witches infected with magical madness. You know, being a prince and all, my obligation is to the people. Is that-is that something you had to do? Put aside your discomfort, not that I'm uncomfortable with giving, not at all… just rather, how it needs to be done."
The statue said nothing, but William continued.
"I was never one to like violence, never have. Even in small amounts. But I should really step out of my comfort zone every now and then, otherwise… Magic should be used to help people not blast people apart. But I guess you can't remove the violent hateful nature in others. What do you think?"
A petal from one of the flowers of the Grimwalker Tree fell as William took it as a sign.
"Thank you, Father. You always knew what just to say."
William then headed out, just missing his uncle as he came in with flowers of his own.
"It seemed that Will has already come to visit you. I'm not surprised, you always gave the best advice, Caleb."