Heine walked down the streets of Weinner, the capital city of Glanzreich. It was a pleasant day, the people were walking down the streets, enjoying their everyday lives. Life was pleasant in the town, especially with the rule of the current king, Viktor, and the soon to be ruler, whichever of the fives sons that may be. Letting out a content sigh, Heine changed streets into the alleyway, walking further before a sudden blast of bright light made him drop his pages of work to the floor, lifting his hands to shield his eyes. When the light had faded, he lowered his arms, blinking in shock. A boy, about 16 or so in age, was standing there. His clothes were extremely unusual for the time, bright green in colour. How odd, no one wore the colour green, unless they were high nobility, and even then it was rare. The next strange thing was his hair. Bright pink in colour. How was that possible? The next unusual thing was his face. Heine couldn’t tell what colour his eyes were, but he could see the bright green glasses that he wore. But despite all these oddities, the boy held a strange disposition, very similar to his own. Anyone would look at the two and think they were distantly related. Maybe it was the blank expressions? Either way, the boy clearly didn’t belong here, he was an oddity for the time. Heine approached cautiously, ignoring his scattered papers, and stepped closer to the boy.
