A gust of wind blew away Auristela's golden hair. Her robes were slightly parted and revealed the arrows and bows she always carried behind her back. Actually Auristela was too lazy to wear robes, but her father told her and Arion always to wear the robes made by their mother. At first, they thought, this cloak serves to hide their wings. But when they sleep, their wings don't come out. They didn't know their father's spell to hide their beautiful wings. Branches that symbolize that they come from the royal family or from a noble family.

"Where's Andres, Anthoni, or Almeta?" Auristela looked around the relatively large farm. Some of the goats were chewing grass, and some were sitting relaxed. No one looks after the goats. "They say someone else works here besides the three of them. Why are we here, the farm is always quiet? Does Andres really believe that no one will steal his goats?" Auristela was confused and scratched her itchy head. "So reckless."

Arion walked around the farm, lea