I gazed up at the familiar ceiling from my soft crib. I'm still not accustomed to the time, but I believe I have been in this world for a week now. I heard the doors open. Mother came into the room and peered at my face, with a soft smile on her face.

"Come here, baby," She whispered, picking me up with stiff arms. She walked over to an armchair in the corner of the room and sat down with me in her arms. She brushed my soft hair out of my face with her soft hand. "Your father left today, but dont worry, sweetie, he'll be back soon!" My mother cooed at me.

She was still a bit sad that my father had to leave so suddenly. I gripped her finger with my tiny hand and looked up into her eyes, and smiled. It was also quite apparent that she wasn't used to being a mother. She tended to be stiff and uncomfortable around me at times...

"Oh, my precious angel," she hugged me closer to her chest and rocked my back and forth to sleep.

"Wake up, you damn slob!" Sylas sighed, swatting Colton on the back of his head. "It's almost time to go!"

Colton grunted and picked himself up wearily. "I got it, Sylas. No need for you to scream bloody murder."

Sylas looked over at Colton, confused by what he had said. "Okay, then. We are leaving when the clock strikes on the next hour, so dont you dare mess this up."

The hour I was ticked by fast. Sylas pulled on a backpack and threw a cloak over at Colton.

"Put this on. You dont want to be seen."

"Hah, you idiot, did you forget I have stealth magic? I dont need this." Colton scoffed, tossing the cloak back.

Stubborn bastard. Just wear the cloak! Sylas thought.

"Please, Colton, it's better safe than sorry."

"Fine, but ill take it off when I want to; got that?" Colton yanked the cloak back and wrapped it around his burly body.

It was quite ironic how such a loud and obnoxious man inherited stealth magic. No matter, As long as everything goes as planned.

The two men left the tavern that they stayed in for the past week and made their way to the castle—the roads were packed full of merchants and booths everywhere. It was quite crowded for a weekday, but tomorrow the king was coming back soon, making the people frantic. Not that he was scary or a cruel leader, but more than he was an intimidating man.

Sylas picked up a warm loaf of bread and tossed a silver coin onto one of the vendors' tables. He stuffed it into his bag and hurried after Colton, who was already many strides in front of him.

The gates were being guarded by men in thick armor that looked freshly polished. The surface had no scratches, and the boots didn't even have a spec of dirt in them. It was blatantly obvious that it was all for show. The two men snuck over behind the shrubbery next to the gate, out of eyesight.

Sylas reached into his bag and pulled out a small crystal. "This will give us  the ability to move through walls temporarily, but only for thirty minutes, so we will have to climb over the first few walls."

"Man, you sure are unprepared, Sylas ... You should have gotten more!" Colton grumbled.

"Do you know how expensive these are? Plus, they are illegal now, so they're hard to find. Be glad I got any at all..." Sylas fired back at his impatient companion.

"Fine, fine.. let's head in," Colton grabbed Sylas's arm. "You will only be in stealth if you hold onto me, so dont let go, you wimp." Colton laughed, yanking Sylas around.

"What a drag..." Sylas mumbled, grabbing the rope that he fastened onto the wall earlier.

The two men hoisted themselves over. The guards were standing around as predicted had no idea what was occurring in front of them.