The sun was just rising over the Arch, creating a glare on the Great Palace's windows. It streamed through the heavy, gold curtains and found it's way onto a young man's face. The light danced on his eyelids and caused him to stir. His eyes opened up, and he sat bolt upright in his bed. He put his hand to his temple and moved it in a circular pattern, easing the headache that had been plaguing him for hours. He looked about his room and saw before him a lavish room with a giant wardrobe, marble and gold writ ting desk, and a bed with gold and maroon curtain hangings. Vin had had a difficult night, he had stayed with his mother for hours trying to help her during her treatments. He was deathly ill, suffering from a very rare disease known as Derugalgo Herena. It was a blood disease that spread throughout the body and effected the heart and other important organs, giving them enormous strength at first but then taking it all away leaving nothing but a small ounce of power. It was going to kill her unless a miracle occurred; very unlikely.
Vin through off his covers and moved his legs out of the bed, touching down on the cold floor. He walked over to his wardrobe and pulled the doors open revealing a closet full of extravagant clothes. He searched around, pushing aside robes and cloaks, revealing a chest. He unlocked the lock and pulls it open. A shirt and a pair of pants lay at the top of the chest's contents. He reached inside and pulled them out, pulling them on over his undergarments. He walked across his room and pulled his curtains open, revealing a great glow of light. The Great City of Garol lay before him. The buildings stood high in the sky, lights shining off of the glass and metal that were the buildings' structure. The city was breath taking. A modern marvel that brought both science and creativity to a new height.
His father was the King over the whole city as well as the world of Reldum. His father was the greatest King Reldum had ever had and he, Vin, was to be King after his father. His father had left for Yeirh to speak to the Lord of Yeirh. Vin did not know why, but he knew it was important. He knew he was not to disturb his father on his trip, but he had sent his hawk to find his father, telling him that Vin's mother was now sick. Dying. As Vin looked out of the window at the amazing city below he saw a dark shadow in the sky's distance. Vin squinted his eyes and gazed out at the approaching object. It was flying straight for his room's window. He pulled the window's doors open and let the cool air of the outside rush in. It was nice outside, just as it had been for so long. The object was getting closer now, and Vin could see now that it was his hawk, the same one who he had sent the message with. Vin waited until the hawk had flown into his room before shutting the windows.
He walked quickly to the hawk who was standing on his chair. Vin moved happily to the hawk's foot where he searched for a message. There wasn't one. That was unlike his father. His father always sent a message, no matter what was happening. As Vin looked at his hawk he noticed that the feathers on his body were bent and burnt. Something was wrong, Vin knew it. Vin had had nightmares that his father was in danger and now it seemed that he was right. He was always worried about him. His father was in trouble, and he had to do something to save him. The only people who knew where his father had been going and why were the Council of Reldum. He had to speak to them. His father was in danger, or worse, the danger could already have taken him. Vin moved away from his bed and over to his bedroom door. He knew what he had to do. His instincts were setting in.
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