Prologue Part 1
The palace emerged from the setting sun amidst the black void of space. The ebbing fire from the yellow star immersed the palace in an orange aura, and lit the darkness as it moved from that star’s universe and phased into a parallel one.
Space, as it spanned in front of the castle, was split by the light of a star centered in a universe in which the palace would rephase. This new destination was home to a world whose inhabitants resembled those that lived inside the palace. For this, Artimus had been waiting.
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“This is the key?” Artimus held the object towards the ceiling, allowing the light from the chandelier to pass through it. The glass the key was made from glowed and the interior of it moved as if filled with molten lava.
“It is my Lord.” Rosea bowed his head in sworn duty to his Prince. “I am sure of it.”
“Then we wait no more.” Artimus placed the key in the interior pocket of his vest. Plucking his sword from the wall, he plunged it into the sheath tied around his waist. “Find him and bring him to me.”
Rosea turned on his heels and left the library.
Staring through the window, Artimus watched as the soft glow of the new world peaked above the horizon. Soon, the palace would emerge.
“At last” the Prince said, “my time has come.”