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Legend says of an island in the sky that can only be reached to those of the bravest souls and smartest minds, in recent years those legends have been diminished into truth as the island of the sky was known as the land of Skypiea, home of a humanoid species born with wings of different varieties. Most days in this kingdom within the sky were just like any normal kingdom with workers doing their job, knights to protect it, and the higher nobility running it all from the shadows, however, today of all days was by far not a normal day for this fair kingdom in the sky.

Sunrise over the castle:

In the faithful kingdom of Skypiea, the sun had not yet risen high into the air, the city below still resting peacefully waiting for daylight to approach. Children slumbering as they peacefully dreamed of the future, teens with their spirits alit for adventure and discovery, and adults mumbling in their sleep about the tasks they were to undertake that day. For the citizens, everything was as it should be before sunrise but for those residing in the castle that stood in the center of the city it was bustling with life as maids, butlers and workers alike prepared for the most special of occasions, the crowning of a new king. To some, this was a very special and joyous occasion that should be celebrated with the utmost happiness, but to others, this was a tragedy in disguise.

From within one of the castles spire's was a room finely designed in the history of skypiea, if one opened the door or looked through the window they would be meant with a woman of raven black hair with purple streaks in her hair wearing nothing but a long nightdress that concealed her body as she looked out with a melancholy look plastered on her face outside the window watching the sunrise from the east, her unique hair is the symbol of the house of Du'var, a noble family within Skypiea dedicated and hailed for their long line of members chosen for being the king and queens personal advisors for ruling the kingdom.

Today was meant to be a special day for her family as the oldest member she was to be ascended into the king's throne along with the new ruler as his personal advisor, however, this day was not a normal event. Just a month earlier the old king and her father the advisor were going about their usual business discussing the affairs of the kingdom, suddenly with a loud war the walls of the castle were busted down and the culprits were marine forces. Not to long before this the king had cut off connections with the world government making their arrival sudden and unwelcomed, as the king and his advisor set out to deal with this unexpected guest they were taken into custody immediately and hailed as criminals under the flag of the world government and sentenced to death for there illegal crimes right in the throne room which brought about this new crowning of a king and his personal advisor.

Upon the sun finally rising high into the sky there would be several knocks on the door by attendants or a second and then they rudely proceeded into her room stating it was time for them to prepare her for the ascension ceremony, Perila did in no way enjoy this ceremony as it was based on a lie and the blood of two good innocent men who loved their kingdom, but what choice did she have? Defying this ceremony meant defying the very kingdom as well as tarnishing the family name Du'var leaving her little choice in the matter.

Surrendering to the attendants advances of preparation she slowly made her way off the bed while several maids followed her into her rooms private bathroom where they scrubbed her body down everywhere and dried her off placing her into a frilly yet refined dress of white and black with a red slash in the middle, they then sat her down onto a darkened oak stool with red square cushioning as they applied light makeup as well as brushing her hair into her natural caramel balayage bob hairstyle she started sporting just recently, within nearly an hour and a half she held the look of someone ready to achieve their natural birthright but carried the attitude and face of someone who wanted to crawl back into bed and do nothing but sleep the day away.

With her attendants surrounding her, Perila made her way out the door of her bedroom where they wished her luck for the day as they left to attend to the other duties they had planned for the day. Now with no one at her side, Perila made her way towards to the throne room to begin the festivities of the day, as she turned a corner of a considerably large hallway she would be meant with the sight of butlers and maids alike cleaning the halls in various parts to accommodate the hoard of commoners and nobles of skypieans kingdom that were to show up for the ceremony, today was one of the very few occasions commoners were allowed inside the castle but even then the places they could go were restricted as to avoid the snooping of ones wishing to find trouble.

As she finally made it to the entrance of the throne room Perila stopped as her nerves started to get worked up, she had entered the throne room many times before in her life, but stepping into the throne room now meant something completely different, it was no longer a place where she went to go see her father and the king doing what they can to uphold and keep the kingdom prospering but was now rather a place of work where keeping the kingdom running would fall onto her shoulders as well as the new king. Perila stood there for a whole two minutes, as she stared blankly at the large door it seemed to only stretch further up with each passing second causing her to think there would be no way she could push it open on her own, her breath started to quicken in panic, sweat lightly forming around the edged of her forehead, her lips slightly quivering as if she was about to break down mentally into a crying heap like a child, this was all just too much pressure for to take, she wasn't ready, she needed her fathers great advice once more but those words will never again fill her ears.

"They say the scent of the Geranium flower both captivate's those who look at it as well as calm their minds." A voice would say as she felt a flower being tucked right between her left ear, when she turned around to look at the person who placed the flower in she was pleased to see a familiar face among the many she would never truly memorize, her best friend Orion the florist. As she realized who it was Perila immediately hugged him tightly out of the instinct for comfort as she felt like she was such a wreck, once a few seconds passed Orion whispered into her ear, "Your going to attract the attention of your castle workers" causing Perila to pull back as she realized they were still in public, wiping away the few tears that managed to slip by before Perila smiled at Orion, "I'm glad your here, but how much did you see?" Orion let out a hum and then answered, "Just got here really and noticed you looked really troubled as you stared at that door, I know this isn't exactly your dream job so I thought I could perhaps help calm your nerves" If only Orion knew the real events of what caused her current state of panic and worry but for the sake of her friend she decided to keep it to herself, she then turned around and looked at the door again. Orion then walked up right next to her and then looked at the door and back to her, "You know...this door looks pretty heavy and I'm pretty weak, shall we enter together?" Perila looked to her side giving a smile, despite their lack of words Orion always somehow knew just what to say to make her feel better, with both their hands they slowly pushed the door open and then walked into the throne room as the door closed behind them.