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Once they reached the castle Joaquin saw more of this paranormals; there was knight who’s half his body was lit on flames, one with golden skin, a strangely armor knight who’s armor radiated with red light, and finally an older man with gray hair and blue hair.

“Wait here, I have to meet with the king and make an appointment.” said Karlam leaving him alone with what he believe were, medieval freaks.

The door to the palace was guarded by two knights wearing emerald armor; the one to the right was monochrome-knight; his right side white with black eyes and his left side black with white eye, he had long flowing black hair.

The left one seem less human then his partner; who seemed to by made out some crystalline substances that reflected light, making it impossible to distinguish any facial features.

The golden door open reviling Karlam who made him a gesture to come inside.

The inside of the royal chamber had no comparison, it walls decorated with ancient battle scenes, the floor had beautiful emerald carpet, above him sat crystal dome were light shined through.

Karlam was bowing down his nose touching the ground, just a few steps from him rested a high golden throne, in it sat King Grigori.

Joaquin naturally bow his head. “Your majesty, I came bearing no harm nor evil deed.” he said without raising his head it all.

“Karlam please leave.” said the King, in without a single argument Karlam was gone.

“Now that he is not here you can raise your head.” said the king in a more childish voice.

As he center his vision upon the king he saw that he was nothing more then a young boy wearing an oversize red cape with fluffy top, and holding red scepter in his right arm.

“I am Grigori Dantes Goethe is a pleasure to meet you.” he said getting up from his throne and stretching his hand, Joaquin notes that he was not much taller then him, been roughly five’ four.

Grigori smiled, both of his cheeks were pink with busy brown hair.

“My name is Joaquin, you mean me asking you something your Majesty---”

Grigori gesture as him to stop. “Please just Grigori, the only king of his land was my father. To take “Majesty” is an insult to my father memory. Everyone in the land expect me to rule, is only been five months sense his death I can just get up and say, ’Oh guys ya I be your king, just give this and that. Oh there we go we have the kingdom back to place.’ Hell no!” Grigori’s voice was smooth and soft even when he was angry.

“Ha just what happening here?” said Joaquin in total confusion.

“Your not from around here are you?” said Grigori lifting an eyebrow.

“No.” said Joaquin nearly wishing he was back home.