Idea by: Yolked_gegg :3

Wilbur pulled a deep breath of fresh air in from the vast garden he stepped into that was behind the vast castle. He put his hands deep in his fancy trouser pockets, walking along the paths.

He had been running around and writing on scrolls all day, he needed a break of some sort. The garden was his favorite place to relax. He practiced guitar, read, wrote, and even ate here on occasion.

He was about halfway into the wide nature space before he had heard a rusting somewhere nearby. Wilbur tensed, putting a hand on the hilt of his blade cautiously as he approached the sound.

In the bush he heard rustle, there was a small child with red horns and a tail. A demon? Wilbur wondered. "Who are you and why are you in the royal gardens?" Wilbur demanded, anger crossing his face as he held the peasant kid at blade point. He couldnt help but be a little curious about the small child, however..