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He assessed himself in the wardrobe’s full-length mirror and guilt washed over him. He didn’t know why he had to be so difficult, or why he so often resented his father.

Before Cal walked outside of the room, he glanced back to the window where he had seen the owl in his dream, and to his surprise, he saw a single white feather.

He skipped down the narrow stone steps of the castle’s southeastern turret that brought him into the lower vestibule where the air was dry and crisp. He could already smell fish and sizzling meat wafting in from the kitchen.

Before entering into the small dining room that his family used for breakfast, he noticed a lone figure sitting in the Great Hall just ahead of him. Judging from the mop of scraggly black hair spilling onto slouched shoulders, it was his brother, Froshalle. Of his two siblings, both of who were his elders, he felt less connected with Froshalle due to his obsessive sense of entitlement and elitism. Calamachan hesitated a moment before going in.

The beauty of the Great Hall was lost on Cal, being a sight he had long grown accustomed to. Over the years he had heard visitors from all the kingdoms commend the rare wooden architecture and vaulted ceiling, but he took little notice of it anymore. The royal castle was located in Glymstone, the capital of their nation. Glymst, their country, was on a small island off the coast of the huge kingdom of Kaad on the mainland. Glymstone was built on the

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