"Where are those two, Shaw!" "I don't know, Emylia!" I hear these words from beyond the trees, ensinuating we were close to camp. Jayce stops me. "Hide behind this tree, were gonna listen in." "Okay." I whisper back in a subtle tone. "Shaw? What are you doing?" Emylia asks curiously. I then notice Shaw is carrying things to the wagon. "Preparing to leave, tactician Emylia." He answers in title, silently mocking her. For some reason, something seems off about him. "Why, they are not even here yet. We might be here another night." "We don't have time for such trifling things as numbers! The 3 kings Paul, James, and Isaiah are unstable." I winse as him, trying to make his head explode with my mind. "The order is James, Isaiah, and Paul in all writing between the three... always." Jayce says to himself. "Are you serious Shaw!?" Get him Emylia! "Indeed, for I am a scholar you know. You only know the arts of war, child! You know nothing of what I do. Such sacrafices must be made, and you may hate me for it. But in the long run, you will thank me for it." Jayce gives him a hard stare, I don't blame him. I am too. "That is our future king and his captain were talking about! They are far higher on the social ladder than you! Let alone me!" I suddenly on instinct walk out of the forest into the small dirty empty plain. "Don't think that way, Emylia!" I suddenly yell that out, not knowing why. "Isahia..." "I'm sorry, but when I become king. There will be no such thing as a social class. We will all be in equalibrium! We will all be the same!" I continue to stare at Emylia, for some reason it softens my core. "That is a nice thought, mylord. But it is impossible for just one king to make such a change." Shaw says to me, looking at the caravan without a notion. "Unfortunately, that is true your majesty." Jayce said, walking onto the plain. "But you can lead towards it, and cause Pepal to believe in it." I know that Emylia, I know that. As future king I do have that power, but as a person I'm not so sure. I didn't know how to respond so I just stare at the ground. The cold hard dry ground, nothing like the night before. It has cracks in it. Were they raised by the quake? "Isahia?" Emylia says, waking me yet again from my many daydreams. "Yes, Emylia?" She stares at me with her bright blue eyes. I was mesmerized for a second and I accidentally froze, almost going into daydream again. "Are you alright, my lordship." I stare at her as she stares at me. I wan't to say I am but I really don't know. Lately the effects of my emotions are growing duller and my daydreams become more frequent. I don't want them, especially her, to worry for me. So I swallow the truth and spit an empty lie. "I'm fine." I said in the most monotone voice I ever heard come out of a child my age. I don't know why it came out that way. But luckily she doesn't seem to notice. Why don't I feel bad about lieing to her... "Okay, I believe in you. But you better tell me if otherwise." Everything goes back to normal for awhile, the dead silence that once was is gone now, monsters crying fills the noise now. I help Shaw carry things from the tent to the caravan. While I do so Jayce seems to be talking to Emylia. They are too far away to hear. "Isahia, can you help with this crate?" "Oh! Of course, loyal Shaw." I say to make him feel guilt, walking back into the tent from where I was peeking and help lift the crate. It was pretty heavy but it was easy anough for 2 Pepal to handle. After we got it in the back a clunk of one of the budds hitting the other jogs my memory. I remember a lot from before due to it, snapping me from now to the past. I bravely walk toward the giant and the archer and poke his shoulder from behind. Then I waited for him to turn...