Darren jumped out of his sleep, was panting, and then sat up on the bed with his body bathed in sweat, his broad chest rising and falling due to his irregular breathing. The young man turned his face to look at the clock on the wall. It was still early in the morning; the clock showed 1:25 a.m."It was just a dream," Darren said softly. Darren closed his eyes, let out a long breath, then pulled back the thin blanket and got out of his narrow bed. Darren stomped off to the kitchen to get a drink of water. After his throat was no longer dry, Darren hurried back into his room to continue sleeping; tomorrow he had to do his usual activities, including helping his mother sell at the market. Darren lay back on his bed, thoughts of his dream flashing back. Then he shook his head vigorously. "I don't want to think about that dream," Darren muttered softly. Nightmares often come unexpectedly, and that's exactly what Darren was experiencing. He dreamed that his mother had just died in his

Darren had never felt the sensation of falling from a height, and as his body floated, the young man closed his eyes, his mind blank, and he was ready for whatever was down there. Until finally, Darren felt pain as his body hit the water so hard. The handsome young man sank for a few moments; the water seemed to be pulling him down. Darren squirmed quickly, trying to move his arms and legs, and swam towards the surface. Darren gasped for breath. He rubbed his face, which was full of water, and his vision, which was originally blurred, was now clear again. Fortunately, the river wasn't swift, so Darren wasn't swept away. Instead of swimming towards the bank, Darren looked up. The thief uncovered his head. Although from a considerable distance, Darren could still see him clearly. The thief smiled sarcastically at Darren with a satisfied look on his face. The damn thief again smiled arrogantly, this time accompanied by a wave of his hand. The thief was bald-headed with a cut across h

"Finn, why are you here?" Instead of answering the question that came out of Darren's lips, Finn, Darren's friend from the Wind Clan, immediately dragged Darren from the front of the shop. "Hey, where are you taking me, Finn?" asked Darren again in between his steps that were being dragged forcibly by Finn."We have to go to Lake's house, right now!" Finn shouted. Darren was still surrounded by a fog of confusion. He stared at Finn uncomprehendingly. "Why do we have to go there? At this time of night?" It was already getting late, time was moving fast. Then, when Finn nodded with a suddenly serious look on his face, Darren concluded that something was going on, whatever it was, he just didn't know it yet. "The message bubble came to my house while I was planting fertilizer on the sunflower plants." "The message bubble came from Lake?" "That's right, Lake sent a message to me through the bubble. You must have gotten it too, right?" Darren quickly shook his head. "No, I didn't g

"Your Majesty, are you sure of the decision you have made. I just want to make sure that His Majesty does not rush into actions and decisions. One small mistake could be fatal, I want Your Majesty to know about that." King Edward squinted, watching Gio. Gio was the royal advisor, always faithfully accompanying the king wherever he went. Feeling stared at so deeply by the King, Gio bowed his head, the corner of his lips twitching. "I beg your majesty to think over the plan once more." "Gio, I appreciate the advice and input you always give me. Indeed, I am very impressed and always helped by your presence by my side." Gio listened to the words spoken by the king. King Edward straightened up from the large white chair he was sitting on. A white crown with a pointed tip seemed to fit perfectly on his head. The king let out a long breath before his words resumed. "My mind is made up Gio, it is inviolable, now you may leave my room. I want to be alone." Although not satisfied with t

Everyone covered their ears due to the loud noise that came so suddenly. The sound of a trumpet was shouted loudly from a distance three times. When it was over, those on the field looked at each other. "The royal horn," murmured Master Jael. He coughed for a moment as he loosened his tie. "Children, please pay attention for a moment." To attract attention, Master Jael clapped his hands three times. Darren knew that the sound of the horn just now came from the palace of the full moon of darkness, the sound was familiar. If the palace had sounded the horn, it meant that important information was about to be released by King Edward, the leader of the Crimson Country. "You heard the trumpet sound yourselves, didn't you?" "We heard it, master!" replied all the students, in unison, their voices coming together to form a loud shout. "The horn signaled that King Edward, aka the Ice King, aka the King of Us All, was about to make an important announcement. Well, you must already know." Ma