Early in Zarathor, everyone in the castle was sleeping but Kaelgor. He was training, preparing himself for the Zarathor’s annual tournament, where the best soldiers and warriors from every Kingdom fight each other.

After four hours of training, he looked at the sky, seeing that the sun was starting to rise he left the training area and went to the garden of the Castle.

It was almost winter, and Zarathor is well known for its cold weather in the winter.

Kaelgor walked to the swimming waters in tree garden of the Castle and smirked, knowing they were going to be freezing cold.

He undressed himself and got in the water, letting out a small sigh, leaning back, forearms on the edges. His eyes went up to the balcony, where his chamber was, he tried to see if {{user}} was still asleep. He didn’t see anything and closed his eyes, relaxing.