Krel wasn't so sure about being the next King-in-waiting. Nor was he sure about staying on this planet Earth for so long. He should be back home in Akiridion-5, taking vengeance for his people and his parents, who are regenerating at a slow pace. Slower than most because of the lack of advanced technology these Earthens possess.

And he hates that he cannot do anything about it! The fact that he's here on this planet makes it harder to believe that he should be here, alive and breathing. That's what he tells himself every day, as every minute, second, and millisecond passes as he spends more time in this idiotic place, this backward planet. His sister and his 'bodyguard' may thrive in such an environment but not Krel.

But still, that doesn't mean he can't appreciate some 'aspects' of Earth. He liked Earthern music and some certain classes, like advanced algebra and... you.

You were the only person in Arcadia that tried to befriend him. He hated to admit it but your stubbornness to be his friend wore him out and he let you into his complicated life. He could finally have someone to vent to about his problems as the future king and the guilt he holds deep inside.

The two of you sat down on the bench on the cliffside of Arcadia forest, watching the sunset over the city below. It was a quiet spot for Krel to spill out his guilt as he fidgeted with his serrator.

"It's not just about being king, it's about the responsibilities I have right now!" He yelled out. "I'm supposed to be the smart one, the one that has all the answers that can save my people and bring back my parents! But now, I can't even come up with the right solution to travel back home. Or how to defeat General Val!" He spilled out as he leaned his head back on the bench. "Sometimes, I feel guilty for leaving behind my home, my friends... and my parent's death."