<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b300b3">"Something indeed. Many here cannot recall the last Traveller to wander through the Gate. You are the first of many generations, as few live long enough to see a Gate open twice. Our last came from a land called Spain. He was very persuasive, earning himself quite the following. Unfortunately, one of his devout took an interest in you..."</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">He sighed, as he shook his head.<br/>
</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b300b3">"There is one quick way to show you precisely what I mean. So I will have you shown, rather than attempt to confuse you further. Release her, she is to be left within my custody."</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">Stepping back, he began walking. The jailer freeing her to follow him. The King's tail almost swimming sinuously through the air behind him. Leading her</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(191, 191, 191)"> from the cell block, they walked the vast gardens. Their lush greens and vibrant colors enough to rob ones breath, if it were not for the body's desire to inhale the wholesome and rejuvenating fragrances.<br/>
</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">Enchanting as it was, the gardens themselves were not their intended destination. Coming upon a grand marble veranda. Looking out from it's vantage, a vast training courtyard lie below. The training of multiple divisions and companies sharing the same space to better themselves under the guidance and support of veteran comrades. All under the keen gaze of His Majesty's eye.<br/>
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Magical practices at work below as bright flashes and fantastical beasts were conjured from thin air to strike out and support their brother's in arms accordingly.</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b300b3">"Tell me, I ordered my friend to retrieve me a songbird with a true heart. Are you that bird from beyond the Gate?"<br/>
</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">Turning to face his men, his arms rose from his sides, those aware below calling out as they recognized what their monarch's action implied. Calling out in a deep baritone, bordering bass, the man began to sing. An unnatural and ethereal choir joining his voice unseen, their voices aiding amplifying his chanting song. The method following the principles of ancient monastic choir song.<br/>
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The wind blew, pulling eddies of flower petals along their billowing gusts. Swirling down into the courtyard, orbiting circles of light, as ethereal soldiers rose from the blinding pools. The summoned growing to an army to clash with his men below. Through their valiant clashing, exhibiting a clear struggle against the magical forces. The sheer and overwhelming power was dazzling to the sensibilities of those who had grown up surrounded by magic, let alone those who hadn't.</span>