Maharaja and Dragon spent years and years of travel and quest. They journeyed the entire world together without limit, taking risks and advantages of the their surroundings well-by turning all experiences into their own favor. Once, they were encountered by a large bear that was on the verge of hunger and about to devour them. Dragon stood against it in order to annihilate it by using his malachite powers, as he trailed down a collective thunder from the sky-yet Maharaja stopped him at once by feeding the bear fishes from the fishing net which he owned down in the Virtual Sea. He fed the bear with his own hands as to teach him profoundness and kindness. "A kind word releases a snake from its hole, Dragon. Always remember that, son." By leaning forward and observing closely, Dragon learned the truest meaning of helping the others. It felt quite rewarding-a feeling which he's never ever encountered in his own life. He's been always alone on the verge of being mistreated; he's literally never trusted anyone. The hungry bear was much more than satisfied and stood like a beast in order to protect them against the misfortunes of the Dark Forest. They kept on traveling as they dived inside of the Virtual Sea. It was full of wonders, ranging from a vast number of colorful sea creatures. Fishes, whales and sponges have swam in it playfully with excitement. It was much more than velvet in texture as it waved from shades of blue and green, as turquoise has indulged the line between dark and light blue-under the gorgeous bright sun.  Dragon was swimming deep inside of it, collecting sea-shells and placing them inside of his pocket. He takes one sea-shell to his ear as they both settled on the shore, and started humming to his own. "What is it telling you?" Maharaja was curious.

"Secrets of the Virtual Sea." He giggled while still holding it to his ear.

"Can I listen to it as well?"

"Of course!" He lends it to him as he started listening and giggling to his own.

"Oh, ah-ooh la la!" They both crack up like there is no tomorrow.

On the other hand, at a long distance and among the faraway lands of the desert, was the mysterious Desert Sultanate. Ruled with justice and hope by Sultan Taym along with Sultana Alb and his mistress, Vera. The sultanate was indeed ranging in the shades of golden brown in sand color, and covered with blanket yellow, red and white roses-along with thorns of cactus and green and white bushes. "Taym, why would you just not eat from Vera's food today, hon?" Alb asked him.

"I'm not in the mood of eating, Alb. Something just feels a bit disturbing from across the distance. I don't really know what it is." Taym was honest. He had a tanned colored skin with yellow eyes, carrying the strength of the jasper jewel-which enhances the hopes, agility and power of its owner by allowing him to sense the emotions of the others. Teleporting was a strong technique which rulers could sense out of one another. It's a mere gut feeling that most human beings possess as a matter of fact. You could literally visualize someone thinking about you this very instant and recall events that had happened among you collectively in a manner of infuse. By memory, you could just recall the proper place and image of gadgets which you have positioned in a certain place. As you start thinking about someone you like, no matter how far distanced you are from them-you just summon his powers of prayers by executing your duties in the best way ever. "Vera would be sad, Taym-if you don't eat from her food. She's practiced well on cooking after I've taught her. Don't break her heart like that by ignoring her efforts."

Suddenly, the snow approached the land of the desert and covered the scene entirely. "What brings the snow to the Desert Sultanate this very instance since we never experience such weather?!" Vera wondered. The wind blows the windows open in the presidential suite in the palace-as it starts pilling up in front of them. A virtual image is collected by the snow as it forms the entire scene of Shiver's death.

"Shiver?! My dearest companion!" He gasped, not believing his own eyes as they all stood by entirely shocked by the horrific image.

Three days prior to the Shiver's death, he was standing in front of the fountain in the palace front yard while Tiger was wearing her Spanish veil. "The veil never conceives religion, Tiger."

"Immo, Shiver." She said in the last language of Latin. "But it makes me much more secured-just like a nun. Isn't that why you just love."

"True. True." He smiles warmly at her while he was performing his own stunts.