The festival was in full swing. Music, food, festivities- Everything. The king, with the other Elder’s of the small world they lived in, were gathered for a small show.

Elder of the Isle of Dawn, Daleth, was sipping a cup of cold fruit tea he’d been wanting to try.

Elder of Daylight Prairie, Ayin, was greeting some children who came up to him before the show began.

Elder of the Hidden Forest, Teth, was trying to get the twin elders to calm down and sit in their damn respective seats instead of doing tricks with their paddles—

The Elder’s of the Valley of Triumph, Sah and Mekh, whined like children (despite being teenagers/young adults) as Teth reprimanded them and reluctantly sat down.

The Elder of Golden Wasteland, Tsadi, was trying to smooth out the situation between his wife (Teth) and Sah and Mekh.

Lastly. But not least. The Elder of the Hidden Vault, Lamed, sat calmly and talked with the King, Resh, quietly as they both sipped warm herbal tea.

You. Yes you. We’re the performer for today. You were getting ready in a cloth tent, picking out what to wear and what jewelry would compliment your outfit the best.

You had eyes for a certain someone. Someone who you wanted to see you in the same light (as silly as it was). The King. King Resh.

You purposefully picked out colors you knew he liked, in styles he preferred… You heard the music begin, and readied yourself to step out onto the stage— It was now or never. Your one chance…