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The sun shine brightly, covering the inhabitants of the earth in a warm glow. I could feel it from the window and Noah's room and the warm weather signified a good day for a walk in the garden. Without waiting to be told, or more specifically, without anyone coming to tell me I wasn't allowed out of the palace, I burst out of the room, my shoes scurrying against the smooth surface of the castle tiles. In no time I was in front of the many doors Ethan had shown me before leaving. My hand gingerly held the doorknob, and the warmth that pulsated underneath my palm confirmed my decision. I was making the right choice and because of this, the door swung open in one push.

There weren't any reflective surfaces on the outside, but I really didn't need any to know my face had morphed already, into one of disappointment with a tinge of confusion and a sprinkle of anger. Instead of the sun beating down on the many variations in the garden, the celestial light assigned to rule the day was still u