A/N: As promised, Ramses and Amihiha shall take the spotlight. Franklin is resting, and Emiline is chatting with Aladdin about her world. You guys have already seen a bit of what Ramses and Sharrkan did, so let's start with Amihiha's view.

Amihiha's View. Forest Area.

Hinahoho is a hardworking father. He takes care of many children by himself, and he has to be busy with business regarding Sindria. He also has a rebellious daughter that he really loves, but suffers greatly from due to her rebellious attitude. He towered over me, but that gigantic physique belied a similar maternal love that I've experienced from gramps.

"You know, it's rare to see someone from Imuchakk in here, unless diplomatic business is involved,"

"Yeah, I wonder why you got exiled to Sindria? Did it involve you being a Household of Sinbad?"

He smiled softly to my question.

"Well, it's a long story, but I can tell you a story of how I met Sinbad,"

Wow! Such excitement. My eyes were sparkling from anticipation from Sinbad's story. I wanted to know how he met the great king of the City of Dreams. In fact, was Sinbad always super rich?

"When did you meet him, Mister Hinahoho?"

"Well..."

He told me the story of how he first met Sinbad. Sin was only 14, and he found him in a boat, starving to the point of anorexia. Hinahoho was nameless, due to the fact he couldn't hunt down a Rampaging Unicorn, even with the help of his 13 year old sister, Pipirika. Sinbad was actually from the poor part of Parthevia, but he did take over Baal, the 1st dungeon. When Sinbad lead the two Imuchakkans to an island shaped like a crescent, and the 14 year old seafarer set up traps to bind the Rampaging Unicorn. When a storm was about to hit, he witnessed him use Baal to strike down the Rampaging Unicorn.

"And then..."

Suddenly, a male hand pat him on the shoulder.

"Dad, can I go to the brothel with Franklin?"

The blue-haired father raised a brow.

"Is Franklin by any chance the outsider?"

"He is, but he's actually pretty cool. He said that in his world, the Northern Region is much more peaceful than ours, but he said that the other places still had brothels,"

I looked at him. He was around 5'10", meaning he's probably only 12.

"Even if you look like it, aren't you a bit too young?" I said.

He clenched his fists and had a pouted.

"But, Franklin is also 13!"

"No, he's not an Imuchakkan, he's actually 17," I told him.

With an "Oh.", Hinahoho's son decided to leave us alone.

"Well, is it okay if I go fishing?" he asked his dad.

His father squinted his eyes at his son, causing the little guy to be struck with fear.

"Okay, but don't lie, or you're grounded."

"Yes dad,"

He walked away into the woods. Hinahoho sighed and wiped his brow. We were both under the shade of the trees in the forest. Since we're both from the Arctic regions, we weren't to good in tropical weather like Sindria. If we wanted to cool down, we can just swim by the island, but we just wanted to relax a bit.

"So, how's Rametoto doing?"

I giggled from his question.

"He's just being rowdy as usual. Grandpa is happy right now and allowed me to venture with my friends. Franklin and Emiline may be outsiders, but they're both nice and strong."

He formed a surprised face, and slowly shifted into a soft fatherly smile.

"Can you tell me about your friends?" the way he spoke was genuine and fatherly. If he could tell me about his past, then maybe I should tell him about my side.

"Well..."

I told him about the time I entered the dungeon. I saw Ramses taking the first step in, then I followed him, wondering if he really is the Heliohaptan agent. If both Imuchakk and Heliohapt are part of the Seven Seas Alliance, then I'm going to help him fulfill our common mission. We went through many dungeon trials, working together to go over obstacles. The most prominent obstacle was the fight between us and the wolf and the owl. I used up almost all of my Magoi to kill the wolf, and Ramses was injured from the owl. The two beasts still survived, but we were saved by Franklin and Emiline. Franklin entered with an epic black lightning bolt, and Emiline destroyed the wolf with an awesome light ray. We were both mesmerized by their dynamic entry, but Ramses was still suspicious, and so was I. After Franklin made a deal and proved to us they weren't evil, we decided to share half of our treasure. And then, Ramses got the Djinn, Andras. I was so proud of him.

"That's a pretty interesting story. I'm starting to see you as a daughter." Hinahoho said gently.

He put a hand on my shoulder and looked up into the afternoon sky. The blue sky was dimmed by orange. The sunlight is surrendering, making way for the night. It was getting colder, so I went out of the shade and basked in the dimming sunlight. It was soothing, a good mixture of hot and cold.

"Amihiha... you may not seem like it, despite your devotion and loyalty to your friends, I have faith in you becoming a King Vessel," he pat me on the head with his gargantuan, but gentle hand.

"You're like the daughter I've always wanted, and if you were my daughter, I'd still allow you to go on a quest with Franklin."

"Dad~, you know I choose to-," I covered my mouth in embarrassment, causing Hinahoho to laugh softly.

"You're right, you're grown up enough to make your own decisions," he stood up, towering over me with his 7 ft. body. He rested his Unicorn Horn on his shoulder,"You're part of the Imuchakk tribe, by the time you hunted down that Rampaging Unicorn tooth and nail, you're an adult, my adoptive daughter,"

I was surprised at first, but then I smiled back.

"Yes, dad,"

Ramses's View.

After our bout and recollection of memories, Sharrkan invited me to the bar for a drink. I kept on saying I was 15, which is basically underage for drinking, but he still dragged me nonetheless, using Aladdin's situations in a brothel as an excuse. I dislike drinking and partying because they would just destroy your sanity slowly, as said by Armakan. He had a bit of a rowdy past, but as soon as he was deemed king, he instantly shifted into a no-nonsense type character, albeit benevolent and rational.

Sharrkan sat on the same bench as me, sandwiched by two voluptuous women, comforted by their breasts. I didn't really want to drink or flirt right now, I just wanted to talk a bit more with Sharrkan without a bunch of women and drinks blocking his mouth. Sharrkan looked at me with a cocky smile.

"Hey little bro, why are you just sulking there?" he asked.

I'm not sulking, I just don't want to drink. I guess I'll just walk out. I stood up and walked out to the door. Pisti was at the doorway, alongside Spartos. Spartos didn't seem to be willing to go to a bar with a bunch of women, but Pisti pushed him into it.

"Pisti, you know I can't go against my religion, right?" Spartos whined.

"Oh come on Spartos, it's not like your suppose to instantly have sex with them or something," Pisti retorted.

I walked up to them, and both heard the footsteps of my sandals and looked at me.

"Salutations, Ramses," Spartos greeted.

"Hey, Ramses, why are you leaving?" Pisti asked with a raised eyebrow,"You look like you haven't enjoyed yourself that much,"

I sighed and responded to the little 19 year old.

"I don't really like drinking or flirting that much," I said.

"Why not? Spartos drinks, even if it's against his religion," Pisti responded.

The red haired man nodded, confirming that he truly does drink.

"But it's because he's old enough, I don't really want to grow up a drunkard," I gently pushed them aside, going out of the club. I heard Pisti shouting at a distance.

"You're no fun you know?"

Silver Scorpio Tower.

If I want to grow strong, I have to have things that don't hold me back. I have to always be vigilant and prepared, even if I'm in the City of Dreams. I kept practicing my sword skills by continuously swinging the air with all the techniques I knew. I had to keep my technique refined, and being drunk will just cause me to forget and be held back by hedonism. Swing after swing, the air slices each time as I swing my blade with precision and speed. After a few more swings, I placed both hands on my handle. My will to be vigilant among those who can't fight for themselves is my fuel to this Metal Vessel.

"Spirit of Order and Deception, by my will and magoi, make me stronger. Come, Andras!"

I opened my eyes. My curved sword transformed into my orange feathered sword that resembles some of the smaller Eastern kingdoms. My whole right arm started to resemble my Djinn. A small white wing was on the top of my forearm, and the half of my Heliohaptan toga has now become a short sleeveless shirt. My right leg was now covered in fur, resembling a bird leg. My sandal transformed into an orange metallic boot with two claws at where the toes are, resembling talons. Applause. I looked to my left and saw Sharrkan.

"Wow, while your swordplay is nearly as good as mine, I never expected you to be able to at least go half way in Djinn Equip," he said with that cocky smile of his,"However..."

He brandished his blade and went into fighting position.

"Your Djinn weapon resembles the swords from the far East, rumored to be neighbored by Kou," Sharrkan commented,"If you're willing to fight me with that Djinn Equip, then I'll be willing to fight you at my fullest."

He quickly dashed toward me. Only in half a second, he was already there. We clashed swords, then I withdrew my blade and did a horizontal slash.

"I can see that," he said as he prepared to parry my swing.

I swung at his sword. My sword went through his blade, surprising him. When it went through, my blade disappeared, but reappeared after it went through. I quickly turned a full 180 degrees, then completed the other 180 degrees by swinging my blade. Sharrkan blocked the sword swing on time. He leaned forward; his blade grinding forward on my blade.

"Foraz Saiqa,"

The blade started to extend and wrap around my sword. He hopped over me, doing a series of front flips before landing gracefully behind me. I turned behind me and saw my adoptive big brother start to throw a series of stabs with his snake-like whip sword. I quickly dodged some of them, while parrying the other half of his strikes. This technique was really hard to read.

"Hey, Ramses, why are you scared of using your Djinn?" he asked.

Dammit he's right. All I've been doing is experimenting with this new Far East-styled sword. I realized that if he can use his Vessel, then he probably wants to see mine. I focused my Magoi into my sword and formed a whirlwind around my sword.

"Altair Kauza,"

I dodged one sword strike and countered by pointing my sword at Sharrkan. I quickly squinted my eyes.

"Altair Kauza: Infigar!"

The tornado exploded outward. The initial outburst was strong, forcing his extended strikes to be blown away, but as the wind went farther apart, the power started to dissipate. Sharrkan came in close and did a quick overhead strike, which I quickly guarded.

"Foraz Saiqa,"

His sword wrapped around mine in its whip form, and flipped forward while wrapping my sword. When he landed on the ground, he used his whip properties to pull me up into the air, and slammed me into the ground. I got up, my Djinn Equip intact. I was still up and running. It kind of hurt, but Sharrkan seemed exhausted. Being my merciful self, I unequipped my Djinn and walked over to Sharrkan, hoping he's accepting help.

"Man, I'm exhausted," he said,"I don't have that much Magoi to fight,"

He stumbled forward, but I rushed in to help by halting his fall.

"Thank you... you win that round,"

Shaking my head, I carried him higher.

"Nah,"

He chuckled weakly.

"You're no fun you know?"

Beach of Sindria.

According to Sharrkan, the former Musta'sim princess, Dunya was cremated. Judging by that pedestal near me, it's confirmed. This is probably a cremation zone, but that won't stop me from marveling the grandeur of the moonlit ocean. How the moonlight reflects upon the mirror like surface of the water is truly beautiful. It all reminds me back when I was in the slums, when I was only 7.

Flashback. Heliohapt slums.

Everyday was torturous and hard if you lived in the slums of a desert country. The poverty, the burning sun, the shortage of water. The slums were basically a place where many people die at a young age, through murder and famine. My parents were loving, and also morally strict. They continued to work their low paying jobs, hoping that their hard work would give them opportunities. Serket, was my childhood friend who enjoyed coming to my house and playing games with me.

Serket was slim and had cute green eyes and white hair. Her hair was styled in a cute bob cut. She wore a ragged robe, with her flat chest fully shown. Her face always expressed determination and fearlessness.

She challenged me to races, play fought with sticks (much to my parents' chagrins), showed me animals, and tell jokes to each other. When we were 10, our parents were ill, and we had to make the money. Being rejected jobs, Serket taught me how to be a thief. Though she revealed her greedier side, I still continued to learn from her. We started with pilfering money from rich people, but as time past, we grew more moral and started to thieve from other thieves. Serket was always quicker than me, but I was much more tactical. With speed and tactics, we were renowned for our quick and hit and run schemes.

When I was 11, Serket was kidnapped by one of the thieves I robbed from. I tried to chase her, but that was the time I got kidnapped. I was dragged to my home and saw my dead parents. I continued to sob. I sobbed through the bandages that wrapped around me. Those sobs, despite being muffled, were heard from a young Armakan and Sharrkan. They were learning how it would be like to live in the slums to learn more about everyone's lifestyle. They both saved me, and Armakan, seeing the death of my parents, and learning about my reputation as a noble thief, invited me to the Royal Household of Amun-Ra.

I held a pendant. It was linked with golden chains, with the pendant being a green scarab. Serket and I grabbed two pendants from a rich peddler, and we both wore it as a memento. When I was 14, I found an injured giant scorpion near the palace. I nursed it back to health and let it go, but then it came back with astonished eyes. After talking with King Amun-Ra, he allowed me to keep the scorpion, as long as it didn't kill anyone. I kept it around me for two months. The scorpion grew friendly as time past, and by two months, it showed affection to the many household members. I didn't really name it for the first few days, but then I came up with one: Serket.

"Bwaa!" A creature suddenly jumped out of the water, ruining my moment.

I got scared and backed away as fast as I can. The monster landed on the sand. The moonlight was behind it, so I couldn't see its real identity, only a silhouette. I put my hand on my sword, preparing to fight in case it attacked.

"Hey Ramses," the monster spoke out in a childish voice.

I recognize that voice anywhere. The 10 year old teenager: Amihiha.

"Amihiha?"

He laughed to herself from my reaction. I rolled my eyes from her prank and left her to laugh on the sands. That wasn't really funny to me. She ruined my recollection of memories with a childish prank. As I walked away, I heard her shout.

"You're no fun you know?"

I ignored it and kept walking away.

Guest Room in Sindrian Palace.

Since I was with Franklin, Sinbad offered me a guest room with Amihiha. It had one large bed, big enough to fit both of us. Amihiha is actually a sound sleeper. She doesn't move around that much, and she doesn't snore. Thank goodness she's a sound sleeper, because I snore. It was a pretty interesting day today. While I wasn't with Sharrkan during the day, I interacted with the animals in the forest part of Sindria. They were bizarre and unique, but they were friendly when they saw me. I fought Sharrkan with my 1/2 Djinn Equip, and I basked in the beauty of the beach, until Amihiha scared me. I lay down on my bed, tired from that day. The lit oil lamp emanated a small fire that dimly shone the large room. I heard the door open. Amihiha came in, removing her shawl and putting undoing her headband and hairband. The ponytail fell down and her long hair flowed freely. She looked marvelous, but her somber face got me concerned. She walked to me and sat on the bed.

"Sorry about that, Ramses," she simply said in a somber tone.

I really don't know what to say. I didn't want to say it's okay, because it may worry her. If I outrage, then she'll cry. She may be around my height, but she's still a child. I stayed silent, so did she. With the silence, I slowly closed my eyes, allowing sleep to overtake me. When my eyes were fully closed, I felt something warm wrapping around me. My eyes instantly opened and looked to my left. Amihiha was hugging me; tears on her eyes.

"Ramses, I never knew that you're in such a mood. Please forgive me," she sobbed.

"Amihiha, why are you crying?" I asked. I was mixed with confusion and concern.

"When you left me in the beach, I realized that I put you in a bad mood. I never knew you were having a moment to think, and I really don't want to see you in such a bad mood,"

She continued to transfer her tears into my chest. I put my hand on the back of her head, feeling her soft blue hair. It was a bit damp. Considering her time swimming, she had to wash off the salty water. Her hair smells good, smelling of one of the flowers I found in the fauna of the forest.

I've been grouchy and too serious today. First, I didn't really want to drink wine, or fondle a random woman's breast. When I fought Sharrkan with my 1/2 Djinn Equip, I've just fought to test his strength, and didn't really want to have fun. That smile was only out of seeing him blunder. Finally, I left a playful Amihiha sad. I've been serious ever since I've got my Djinn. It's not like I want to leave it so people can love me again, but I just don't want to always end up like this. If Amihiha cried because of something I did, then I have to do something about it. Change. I shouldn't be too work focused, or in my case, self-centered. A King Vessel not only has powers from the Djinn, but also the power of teamwork, and friendship. I can't be king if I have no one that loves or respects me.

"No, I'm sorry, Amihiha,"

She looked at me and sniffled.

"What?"

"I've been selfish, focusing on perfecting my Djinn Equip rather than enjoying my time here in Sindria. All I've been thinking about is training, and I disregarded fun activities such as drinking, flirting, groping. I didn't even enjoy my sparring with Sharrkan, only thinking about becoming stronger."

With a look of surprise, her tear rate reduced. She slowly smiled and rested her head on my shoulder, retaining her hug. I hugged her back. I feel happy, because Amihiha is happy. She's my friend, my perky, optimistic, and understanding friend. I looked at the window, and so did Amihiha. Four shooting stars sailed through the sky. I was amazed at the sight, wondering if I have four wishes. Osiris Nut, the astrologist of the household told me of the stars. When there were shooting stars in the air, he told me that if one sees it, they get a wish. I saw four.

My first wish is to become stronger, master my Djinn Equip. My 2nd wish is for Heliohapt's slums to be transformed into proper houses for the poor people to live in. My third wish is for Franklin and Emiline to find a way back home. My fourth wish... My train of thought was interrupted by a sleeping Amihiha, hugging me. I think I know what my fourth wish is. I wish to become better friends with Amihiha, Emiline, and Franklin.

"I...love you...big brother," she mumbled in her sleep.

I blushed and chuckled at the same time. Did she really call me her big brother?

Franklin's View. On top of a tower.

I liked the stars at night. Thank goodness this world doesn't have air pollution. I was amazed by the four shooting stars that I saw in the sky. I have a dictionary full of wishes, but I think I saw symbolism through those stars. In some shows I watched, there would be shooting stars when someone dies or if someone mentions a dead person, a shooting star suddenly comes out. I think those four stars represent my family, victims of Theo's madness. The two being Johann and Benjamin, and the other two, my parents. I blanketed myself with my cape. It wasn't too cold due to the tropical weather, but the night was still cold for me, and I wanted to be kept warm.

Sindria is a beautiful place. It has kind citizens, great agriculture, beautiful weather, a fair king and powerful subjects by his side(doubling as his Household), and good mixture of civilization and nature. If a technological revolution were to happen here, I don't think I would like to be in Sindria anymore.

I'm away from my past life now. My introversion, the jocks, the bourgeoisie, the crappy music that everyone listens too, iPhones, Samsungs, and a bunch of random technology that people rely on there everyday life. Every day, I depended on them to keep me alive, but as I slowly grasped my life here, I start to have control over my life again. I grew in wisdom, physical strength, and socially. I start to grasp responsibilities more often, get wealthy, then share my wealth to friends, or even those who need it more than me. I gained new friends. Ramses is loyal enough to follow me when Emiline and I come back. I'm not sure about Amihiha, but she's eternally optimistic. Emiline, she's a girl that reminds me of someone. Someone I was infatuated with; an unrequited love.

Modern Earth. Starbucks.

"Well, it's been a few weeks and I've managed to find a good amount of Kings," Theo said.

Four teenagers were in front of him.

"Captain of the Lacrosse team, Owner of the Djinn, Eligos, Carson Glenford,"

Carson is a 15 year old boy with a rather bulky build. He stands at 5'10" and has white skin with shaggy blonde hair that reaches up to his cheeks. He's wearing a black trench coat with fur around his neck, and white skinny jeans with brown boots. His eyes shone with a fiery red. Eligos hides in a lacrosse stick

"Hey, good choice man," he said as he heard his name and title.

"Leader of the DJ club, Owner of the Djinn, Murmur, Natasha Lyra,"

Natasha is 12, and has tanned skin with black hair. Her hair was short and seemed boyish. She had a petite build, having small breasts, but a rather slender figure, hidden under a white winter coat. She wears black leggings and has a pair of red slip-on shoes. She wears a pair of white gloves, with her left hand resting on her red studio headphones, which is also her Metal Vessel.

"I'm here," she said confidently.

He turned to his next King Vessel.

"Assistant Librarian of one of the VPL branches, Owner of the Djinn, Gremoria, Marcus Miryoku,"

A charming 18 year old. Marcus has beautiful silver hair with amethyst eyes. His hair is spiky, pointing downward. Clad in a bright white trench coat with a red scarf, and red pants with black boots, Marcus is a charming man. His Metal Vessel is his designer glasses.

"Hello~," he said in a rather flamboyant voice.

"One of the mechanics of the Tech crew in my school, holding the Djinn, Berith, Piper Le,"

Piper Le is a Vietnamese 17 year old, and wears a dark blue jumpsuit with the top taken off, leaving her black undershirt, tight enough to accentuate her toned and curvy body. Her dark hair is messy, and reaches up to her shoulders. Underneath the pants part of her one piece suit were black work boots. She had a lollipop on her mouth and held a monkey wrench, which also serves as her Metal Vessel.

"Hey, how's it going?" she said with apathy.

"So, now that I've got King Vessels, it's time I sent you on a mission."

"Hey, who made you boss?" Natasha complained.

"Yeah, we've got Metal Vessels, what do you have?" Marcus joined in on the complaining.

Theo stood up from his seat and walked to the exit. He was rather frustrated that he didn't garner the attention of his King Vessels easily. When he got back a set distance, he aimed his staff at the Starbucks. He charged a spell, until Carson got out and saw Theo. He ran toward him. Before Theo could cast the spell, Carson disarmed him with his Metal Vessel. Pissed, but at the same time skeptical, Theo stared at Carson with a confused, yet angry face.

"What the hell was that for? If you don't follow my orders, then you're not worth being my King Vessels."

"We're King Vessels, not your slaves." Carson responded.

The obnoxious Magi looked at the Starbucks door again and saw Piper walking out, with her jumpsuit fully worn. She stared at Theo apathetically. That uncaring glance belied a stronger and stern mindset.

"I heard from Berith that we were to be guided by Magi, not enslaved. Didn't you listen?" Piper said in a relaxed, yet serious tone.

"Look Theo, dude, just because you guided us in dungeons, doesn't mean we're automatically your slaves in return," Carson said.

Theo put up a fake smile and patted him on the shoulder.

"Well, I guess you prove a point, but still, why else did you think I showed you guys a dungeon?" Theo said,"Since you guys are my chosen ones, you need to grow stronger, and that's why I need you guys to go on a mission for me."

The three walked back into Starbucks. Natasha and Marcus were still in their seats, talking to each other. The three took their seats.

"Look guys, just because you have the power of your Djinns, doesn't mean you automatically have full control of their power." Theo said to the other two.

"So, what?" Natasha questioned rather rudely.

"So, I'm going to have to get you guys to learn how to use your Djinns. Not here, but somewhere else," Theo smiled maliciously,"Meet me up in Queen E tomorrow night,"

Inside River Rock Casino.

"Well well, looks like these Magi are hard at work," a female voice spoke out.

She wore a purple jacket with black fur around her neck. Her eyes shone a haunting purple, with her right eye hidden by silver hair. Despite that, she looked rather young, having the body of a fit 22 year old female. She wore a white skirt with purple stockings and white high heels. Unbeknownst to the public, she has a wand hidden in her jacket pocket. Her name is Leila, the Magi of the Void. She looked at a bathroom mirror, turning it into a screen showing Theo. She dissipated the vision and turned to the person behind her.

"Hey, let's go outside" she said to a younger looking lady.

She complied and they both walked out of the washroom. They walked through the crowds of gamblers until they reached the exit. Leila led her to the marina near the casino. She turned to the younger lady.

Her skin is tanned and she has beautiful black hair. Her eyes are dark brown like rocks from Death Valley. She wore a beige trench coat with a blue scarf. On her lower torso were black leggings and white boots. A leather purse hung on her left arm. Her face was beautiful due to constant yet delicate care. Her name was Kristina Louise.

She reached her purse and revealed a balisong butterfly knife. She swung it around with finesse and ease and put it in her pocket. Leila smiled at her display of dexterity and opened up a black portal.

"You've been training long enough, my King Vessel. It's time you started your first mission,"

Kristina grabbed her knife and it was engulfed in pink flames. She closed her eyes and begun to chant.

"Spirit of Seduction and Betrayal, In the name of my Magoi, and my will to grant me a greater power, I order you and your members. Come, Amy!"

Her clothes were burned away by the pink flames, revealing a new outfit.

She had one huge pink sleeve on her right, which also connects to one long sash that tightly wraps around diagonally on her body, covering her left breast. The end of the sleeve had intricate fiery designs. A black sash wraps around from her left shoulder to right hip, covering her other breast. Her left hand is covered in a magenta gauntlet, with dark pink veins spread splattered on the rest of her arm. She wears a dark pink loincloth that extends to her shins. The belt that holds her loincloth also has four straps that hold on to her "pants", two on each leg, with one at the front, and one at the back. Her feet transformed into armored versions of her feet with fiery motifs. Her butterfly knife has now transformed into a purple rapier, baptized by her pink flames. She now has a golden choker, and three golden necklaces, adorn with pink diamonds. Her eyes are now bright pink, and her hair is now magenta.

"Very good, now follow me,"

Both women walked into the dark portal. Their next destination: Sassan.

A/N: I'm sorry if too much OCs are causing you to dislike this. Do I update too quick? Review if you wish.

Edit: Decided to change a few of Theo's King Vessel's names. Their team name will be Team Contempt (CNTMP).