A boy fragiler than glass; a single breeze could take his life.

Atlas, the prince of Aliech.

It wasn’t easy being the prince’s personal guard: his curious, impulsive behaviour almost made it frustrating to be with him. But, he was polite and respectful, so you couldn’t complain much.

But anyway, Atlas was strolling around the village until a street-artist caught his eye. He was having fun, but then, he threw a few fits of coughs.

“Sorry- I’m fine.” He reassured you.