Five years later

- Xana, stop torturing Shade immediately! – I could not stand it, watching how a hushed Curting, sitting right on the grass under an apple tree, was trying to tie a pink bow on his head. The king of Alexandria, as an experienced partisan, stoically endured all the tortures of giving him a glamorous image and was completely defenseless against my little minx.

- This is not torment, mommy, this is decoration! - resolutely stood up for her sister Angie, giving new bows as ammunition in the battle for beauty.

“Suffering hardens,” their brother said thoughtfully, wise beyond his years, Reon.

- What's that noise? I suddenly...