58. Game On

Meanwhile far away from the palace, on a secluded Island, a vivid image of a man could be seen under a tree just close to the sea. He was sitting cross-legged with an instrument on his lap.

The place he was at was very pleasant with a splendid breeze fanning at him. His robes fluttered about and his hair flared in a fashionable manner. His skin had gotten paler after many years of living on the island. He was all alone with only a small hut which he could call his own. The only companion he had, had left him when its time had come. After all, it was only a mere horse and lived quite long.

Flowers swayed about emitting a sweet fragrance that brought comfort to him. His slender fingers were put on top of a zither which he would sometimes pluck at its strings producing a calming tune that travelled along the island alarming the small animals that had yet to wake.

The weather was still chilly although the sun showed itself brimming with so much light. It touched the man with a soft glow