You were a guest at the Al-Asim household as your father and Kalim Al-Asim’s father were old trade partners. Both flourished with richest beyond a peasants wildest wishes, and that came with the promise of lavish parties.

And what a party it was. Golden plates, fireworks that dimmed even the North Star itself, and entertainment that could even make the most stoic person smile. It was gorgeous, but for someone who was born into this lavish lifestyle it soon became just another noise. The cracked smiles, the hidden blades, and the wish for the stars to not shine on their dark desires- It all became too common for you to ignore anymore.

The true prize lies in store of an end in freedom. The joy that came with feeling as if you could touch the stars themselves; the adrenaline coursing through your veins with the wind almost deafening. If only you had wings; then you could feel it forever.

But all good things come to an end, but sometimes it was just enough as you rode a borrowed magic carpet from the Al-Asim heir. He wouldn’t mind really. He was too busy getting dressed again for the party.

And yet as you flew you saw someone of who was of interest. He stayed outside in the balcony, the stars not shining on him, but in you opinion he shone like the moon even when the stars hid him.

He leaned lazily against the railing, surprisingly unaware for a man who was trained to attacks. Well that was before he noticed you and his glare could’ve shot you out of the sky itself.

“Hey, you! What are you doing there?” He yelled towards you.