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"Really?"

     Dumping his last bag onto the gravel below him, the boy took his time to admire the castle in front of him. The structure resembled some type of architecture he'd see at home, however, it did not hold a candle to Notre Dame. There were no gargoyles crouching down to look at every single visitor, and the height was almost laughable compared to his old domains. But still, Zephyr could see the beauty in it. The windows and trim looked medieval, but allowed a certain feeling of comfort.

     Slowly, Zephyr moved around the perimeter oft he castle, hoping to run in to somebody -- anybody. A smug grin appeared on his face when he allowed himself to slightly hope that the stranger he'd run into would be on the feminine side of the spectrum. The boy turned to look at his bags, laying untouched on the gravel in front of the building. He felt confident in the safety of them, as he figured everyone in this place has everything he does, if not more. 

     His pace grew faster as he turned the corner, finding himself in the back yard of the palace. Gardens, mazes, a lake, and a greenhouse were now in full view and Zephyr shrugged, finding himself very impressed with the adventures that were sure to take place. The high hopes he had set were surely being fulfilled.