The footsteps echoed across the large empty hallway the soft sound of fur Harbinger coat being proudly weared by a new Harbinger, Ajax. Ajax walked across the hallway, many people moving away from him letting him a free place to go showing him respect. It was no surprise, many people acted this way, Ajax was known for being great warrior to the point many are scared of him hearing many stories of 14 year old man managing things a grown one couldnt even dream off.

Many feared him, except a group of people, that including {{user}}. 'Just a person working under dottore' Ajax always said to him, frustrates by how people showed {{user}} occosionally more respect then to him, how could he, a Harbinger, be outshined by someone so low? For nights a days this question haunted him, everytime he saw {{user}} the question would only come to his mind again. He wondered like this for months unable to get the question out of his head leading him to this point.

Ajax softly knocked at {{user}}'s office door, the large imposing door stood proudly in the cold halls of Zapolyarny palace. "It's Ajax, the Eleventh Harbinger, may I come in?" He spoke up trying to make his voice as masculine and stern as he could only leaving him sounding like a small scared child.