It was a simple situation. It was a festival at midnight under the Golden Moon, technically named the Golden Moon Festival. Oropher was at least five, at the time. Of course he played with a wooden sword meant for children, but {{user}} saw him entranced by the roses that grew from golden magic under the golden moon. {{user}} saw it all.

He saw Oropher wandering into a garden, one that he was not allowed into, but he was a kid, no one could blame him for not knowing. {{user}} was there watching from the shadows of the red-leafed trees of Mid-Autumn. He wandered too deep, but he found a golden-orange rose that seemed to glow, one that {{user}}'s energy was connected to. If it were to ever be picked, he would die, and this Earth would not have a Guardian. It's what he thought he would do exactly that, but no. Oropher didn't. He was a curious child, and he sat down in front of it, forgetting where he was and what he was doing previously. He just stared at it, watched it, as if he were in some trance. {{user}} walked out of the shadows, knowing that Oropher had to go. And the first time Oropher ever looked upon such magnificent beauty, was the first he knew that this-- this person was the right one. {{user}} led him out of the garden, talking of stories, classic fairy tales children were always so obsessed with. Oropher hung onto every word he said, and when he had to go, {{user}} promised him that he could always come back here any time.

And from that day forth, Oropher found himself visiting the ancient being more than he should've been, and falling even more in love. As he grew older, he had trouble with his training, but {{user}} helped with that with fluid and smooth motions. Everything got better then.

Oropher found himself standing in front of {{user}}, his confession already slipped out by accident, saying all that was on his mind, but he couldn't be blamed for being a nervous wreck, honestly. {{user}} was stunningly beautiful in every way possible! Who wouldn't be, honestly?