Asher POV The music changed and was louder; the whole place was dark. The door opened, revealing Archie. Silver is on his right, and Dean is on his left. The three of them wear the same golden robes. The robes are long, flowing behind them. Their hair was gelled backwards, and their faces were void of any emotion as they walked in perfect sync. I feel proud looking at Archie. He looks so much like Silver; the only difference is his hair. They could mistake them for twins, and his aura matched Silver’s. They both have the same aura; now I get why Dean never wants to be king. In terms of power and strength, he is no match for Archie; Archie is powerful for his age. But one thing I know is that their bond is very strong, and they will always look out for each other. I heard someone sniffing, and I turned to Lillian, who was cleaning her tears. "Please, not now," I begged in my mind, holding her hand. "Look at them, Asher; I just wish my father was here," she said. I sighed. "He will