"Have you seen the morning newspaper?" Olala asked, brushing through her hair, while Koyote packed various clothes, which looked identical to the ones she was wearing. They all landed inside big, brown bags and were kicked towards another pile elsewhere.

"Hadn't had the time." Koyote shook her head.

"Seems that they found it, or at least, they're pretty close to making the actual decision."

"The Holy Crown?"

Olala nodded, before leaning back on the chair. "You don't seem too interested, though."

"It doesn't concern me."

Olala thought for a bit. "I think they said it's a ceremony amongst those of royal descent. It's going to be decided then and there who wears it."

"So it's not my business, nor you or the Morians," Koyote replied. "Just another commotion amongst many, and perhaps another chance for the demons to cook something up. A king would think twice, that something like this would only attract trouble instead. Then again, Demonears are illegal in Lignoria. Good luck trying to do something there, then." she shook her head. "Stupid people make stupid decisions, and I'm not stupid, am I, Olala?"

"No," Olala muttered. "You do stupid things, though."

"Like?" Koyote asked.

"You're already packing up even if you've still got a week or so before leaving." Olala chuckled.

"You can never be too ready." she put her hand on one of the bags. "I'll tell the Morians to start gathering their stuff once they come back from Omer Narrows. Can't waste too much of your precious time."

Olala nodded, cracking a smile. Koyote got to tying her bags up with a few ropes, before once again, looking at her friend. "Are you sure you want to stay in Galliath?"

"I already told you, Koyote," Olala replied. "Where else am I supposed to go?"

"We could always take the Harabara path and drop you off in the Nya village."

"My people aren't family." she stood up. "Both of my parents rest on this island, so there's nowhere else for me to go." she walked towards the exit, obscured by the curtains. "I don't have sisters or brothers. Not sure if Grandma or Grandpa made it past the barrier."

'Barrier' referred to the troublesome age of seventy, which was rumoured to be of sickness amongst Harans. It was common to pass away around that age, after all.

"Friends aren't family?" Koyote asked, fixing one bandage.

"Not to me, Koyote. I hope you understand."

Koyote sighed. "If I do stupid things, then convincing you to join us would be one of them."

Olala chuckled, but her eyebrows suggested otherwise. "I guess so."

"I'll leave my Pies with you."

"It's fine. I can take care-WOO!" she screamed out, assuming a defensive stance.

The curtain was completely moved to the side, with Jyuzou stepping in, breathing heavily, in and out.

Following him were the three other Morians, Ingo trying not to huff, Genni who brushed some sweat off her forehead, and Morio in the back, still climbing up Mount Yosei.

"Gee, Jyuzou!" Olala breathed out, stepping to the side. "Scared the light out of my soul!"

Koyote giggled.

"I-I'm sorry!" he breathed in, gulping in the middle of his words. "It's really important."

"Judging by the fact that the three of you came running." Koyote peaked her head out. "You could've at least waited for Morio."

"I'm fine!" Morio's weak voice responded.

"Anyways, what important news? That ceremony thing?"

"H-How'd you guess?"

"We talked with Olala about it just a second ago."

"Not the newspaper!" Genni joined in. "Look what a sparrow sent to Jyuzou!"

"A sparrow?" Koyote squinted one eye.

"They're bird messengers." she continued.

"I know of phoenixes who that, not sparrows." Koyote shrugged, before the letter hastily appeared in front of her, with Jyuzou's eyes glued to the ground.

Unearthing it, she took a deep breath in.

"Dear Mr Jyuzou Junya." she read aloud, with Olala stepping in and carefully analyzing the text. "In the face of the ceremony in Saphrith, happening precisely on the 5th of Herbes, we'd like to formally invite you to join us in the celebrations, as well as the final decision concerning the ownership of the once-lost Holy Crown."

"Huh?" Olala uttered, recalling the words of the morning newspaper.

"Well, congratulations, Jyuzou." Koyote smiled. "It may land in your-"

"Read further along!" Ingo pointed.

"Jeez, fine, okay." Koyote rolled her eyes. "There is no need for worries when it comes to accommodation and food. You and all the other ROYALS-" she accented the word heavily, and Jyuzou trembled a bit. "-will be given a spacious apartment in Oldenklow, as well as food from the highest shelves available. We hope to see you there."

"Signed, King Sebastian." Olala read the last words before the two looked at the Morian.

"You're royalty?" Koyote asked, turning her head slightly, after a few seconds of silence. "How come you never told us?"

"I-I didn't know," Jyuzou replied, finally looking up. "But-"

"But this is even more reason for us to leave earlier than sooner," Koyote said. "Today's the second, eh?" she looked at Olala, as shocked as Jyuzou was with how spontaneous each word she uttered was.

"Mrs Koyote," Jyuzou spoke up. "I don't understand."

"I don't get a lot of things either, but maybe Saphrith is the answer to all of your questions then." she pointed. "Come on, I already intended you to start packing today, so you might as well hurry. What boats leave tomorrow, Olala?"

"Harabara?" she wasn't necessarily sure.

"We'll take the port from Windsdale and you'll be there in no time." she patted Jyuzou's head, but he only looked at her again, more confused than before. "To your rooms, Morians! Good luck, especially concerning how you'll fit everything into those small bags of yours."

All the Morians stood confused, but it was especially Jyuzou who showed the most concern. It was all very sudden, all so unknown to all of them, and the mentioned, turned-out-to-be Royal didn't know where to start to understand.

This must've been some mistake, surely. He was just a Morian, after all, the same as Morio. They grew together, almost hand in hand, and nothing changed ever since. Victoria wasn't his real mother, but that never mattered to him.

All up until now where his blood led to something changing amongst his peers. Genni and Ingo looked at him, while Morio finally climbed up, his gaze piercing through.

***

The evening came sooner than expected. With no other troubles tainting the people of Galliath, the four, as instructed by Koyote, immediately got to packing everything up, sitting down in different cramped rooms at the sides of Mount Yosei.

"A lot to pack, eh?" Genni uttered, brushing sweat off her forehead. "The sun has already set and I'm not even halfway done!"

"Not really," Ingo replied, stuffing a few more things inside one of the bags.

"Great that you didn't take any souvenirs, then!" Genni put her arms on her sides. "What will you show mum, huh?"

"Mum?" Ingo asked, squinting his eyes.

"Mrs Sforse will be pissed, I tell ya!" Genni raised her voice, before raising her eyebrows and turning to Ingo, as if shocked.

"Do you want to go home?" Ingo asked, turning to the girl, who seemed taken aback.

"W-Where else?"

"I don't know." Ingo shook his head. "But not back to the village, that's what I can tell you."

"Why?"

Ingo clenched his fist, his lower lip shaking a bit. "Nothing's changed back there," he spoke through his teeth.

"I..." Genni tried saying something but stopped herself.

"Jyuzou was right. This place is home, even if really isn't." he stashed something inside, gritting his teeth for a second. "Because back in those deserts there's nothing we can call that."

Of course. Genni took an opportunity in Galliath to finally seal the envelope in which she put a letter about her change. Home was where you felt safe. Once you left and found a new one, there was no going back to what once was.

Ingo was the same, then. Galliath was an escape from something that tormented him ever since it happened.

Despite the pain, same as with Genni's case, his hand landed on something stashed beneath his bedsheets. He furrowed his brows, hiding it with his back, but Genni was too distracted to pay enough attention.

***

Morio and Jyuzou sat outside, staring at the sky. With bags hidden inside their room, they stared, for a long time.

Finally, Morio broke the silence, with a few words that Jyuzou had already expected to appear.

"How come you never told me?" he asked.

"I can keep telling you that I never knew but you won't believe me." Jyuzou shook his head before putting it between his palms which rested on his knees.

"Because it's not something that you don't know, Jyuzou." Morio sat up, trying to take a glimpse of his face. "It's how you were born, and there must've been something in this world that already told the truth."

"I never knew. I was just like every other kid in that stupid town."

"Really?" Morio chuckled. "I always found you to be a little odd."

"Exactly what I'm talking about!" Jyuzou raised his voice, as well as his head. "I'm different, can't you see? I've always been and now it creates an even bigger rift between us than it already was!"

Morio frowned a little. "What rift? That you're going to Saphirth and I'm not?"

Jyuzou shook his head. "Everything. What if I get the Holy Crown, out of all people, what then? Are you going to blame me for being stronger because of something I can't control?"

Morio clenched his fist, surprised. "No," he answered. "I won't."

Jyuzou looked at him. Ever since they arrived in Galliath and then the incident of last Gorro happened, Morio once again has changed. He didn't seem to be holding onto the grudges of weakness, but rather, trying his best to ignore them.

Jyuzou spotted it, countless times though. That specific stare, a frown which meant Morio was stressed out of his mind because he finished last again. The only difference was that he never talked about it anymore.

He wanted to reach out and help him, but couldn't understand his problems. They were so, so different.

"It doesn't matter to me, Jyuzou. Will your royal descent change the fact that your love for nature pisses me off? No." Morio smirked. "Just make sure to sketch a map of the place and that will be good enough."

The Morian's beam turned into an unsure expression. He stared at the moon for a few seconds longer, before turning to the side.

***

Olala waited by the grave. Her hands were clasped together, and with silent whispers, she uttered a hushed prayer. Her father always said that it didn't matter to whom she prayed, as long as it came from the heart.

She couldn't hear her own words and instead listened to her emotions. She searched for where it hurt.

Finally, she opened her eyes, facing the two small, wooden signs stuck into the ground at the footsteps of the volcano.

Even though there were no other graves in Galliath, it was Koyote who buried the person she murdered.

With a swift wind blowing somewhere from the back, a small piece of paper peaked out of Olala's pocket. She reached in and opened it, only to find a few, solemn, but honest words.

"I hope you can forgive me."

The sun rose above the volcano, and Olala closed her eyes.

The ship towards Harabara set out at around four. The sun started rising at six in Herbes, and such sights accompanied the strangely calm waters connecting Harabara and Galliath. At the time, no mountains were visible.

It was only Koyote and the sky shifting towards a different hue. A new day started, and a new life elsewhere was going to begin. She turned to the other Morians, all asleep on the board, and then nodded to the helmsman, who grinned back, giving her a thumbs-up.

She crashed on the ground as well, slowly closing her eyes.

***

Upon arrival, it was their mentor who took the first step off the rather modest port and onto the first deserts and saharas of Harabara, with a few people here and there already treading towards the animals. Morio and Jyuzou were second in line.

"Oh, Shin!" Morio raised his voice. "I thought they were kidding when they said everything's orange!"

"At the very least it's not yellow." Jyuzou fixed his glasses.

Morio screeched.

"It will be, sooner than later," Genni muttered. "Get ready for it!"

"Imagine being afraid of a colour." Ingo scoffed.

"Shut up, Sforse!" Morio pointed. "I can name several different things that make you the worst one among the yellow haters!"

Ingo chuckled. "Like what?"

A small argument began, and while Genni tried to calm them down, Jyuzou took a few steps forward, gulping.

"I'll be going with you," Koyote muttered.

"W-Will they let you in?"

"I'll find a way in, even if they try to forcefully kick me out."

"Thank you," he uttered, and Koyote nodded, while the other Morian turned back to the others.

She sighed, before staring up and tipping her hat.

A coyote watched from above, making eye contact with the woman. Swiftly though, it turned and ran away.