"My Prince! My Prince!"

The man with wings cried out. He panted, clutching his gold armour in front of the open door.

"Potsdam, what- are you alright?" the prince stood up from the chair and rushed towards the Numan.

"Prince! The explosion at the Aster City! The Savers gaurding there are dead", Potsdam started whimpering, pulling his wings in.

The prince gave him a hand and made him sit on his bed. He patted the Numan on his shoulder before wrapping him with his cloak.

"Here", he passed him a goblet full of water allowing a few moments to Potsdam to catch his breath . "Is that her again?" The prince enquired.

"We all presume so, Your Majesty", Potsdam said, nodding. "It'll be nice if you're majest could talk to the Magnifer soon".

The prince sighed, "I am going to talk about it with my Father as soon as I can ", He said the words more to himself than to Potsdam.
"Meanwhile, can I make you in-charge of the rescue process in Aster City, Potsdam? Make sure everything goes on perfectly, yeah?"

"Will do, Your Majesty", The Numan smiled a bit, unwrapping himself from the prince's royal cloak. "And I hope His Highness is going to do something about the frequent attacks".

"He will", The Prince bowed down.

The Messengers, too, followed the suit, bowing too low, almost touching his pointed nose to his feet, and left with a 'pop'.

The prince didn't spend much time standing in his study pondering over what exactly should he say to his father. He immediately sprinted towards his Father's room and pushed open the large oak doors, peering his head in.

"Father?"

A grunt was heard in response.

He went in gingerly before closing the door behind him.

"Father?"

"I am here", a tall old man came out of the shadows, "Bright, how now?"

"Father, I have been meaning to talk to you about the Preserver... If you have time?" Bright asked, shifting from one leg to another.

He had always been uncomfortable talking with his father ever since his mother left. The Magnifer of the Midaster, aka, Bright's father too, never really tried to build a father-son connection much stronger and gave his time entirely to the well-being of the planet.

"I have", the Magnifer replied, sitting back on his chair, lazily stroking his overtly long beard. "Have a seat."

"She attacked again", Bright replied, sitting down carefully, "it's getting out of hands".

"Hmm... Clomon was here. I heard. Aster City's destruction means the destruction of the Deciders and the Planners", the Magnifer sighed.

"Which would destroy the balance even more", Bright added.

"Precisely", The Magnifer hummed and let silence engulfed them both.

"As the Prince, what do you suggest us to do, Bright?" He asked, watching his son in mild interest. Bright gulped, hesitating to speak his plans out. He's afraid his father might ridicule him and his plans.

"We should start fulfilling the prophecy of the Preserver without further delay?" The prince asked, shuffling his fingers, hoping this conversation would end soon and that his father might not laugh and ridicule his idea.

The Magnifer hummed in response, bringing in his map of Universe out of his front desk. He spread it open, letting the 3D celestial bodies float in front of them with a soft glow.

In the whole Universe, there are approximately two maps of the Universe. But one of the magnificent inventions was stolen centuries ago.

"We have been doing so for days now, no news from there i am afraid", The Magnifer kept his palm straight on the blue planet," But let's try again. Earth", he mumbled, closing his eyes.

The room went pitch black all of a sudden, letting only source of light come from the glowing celestial bodies.

"Did you find him?" Bright enquired watching his father's expression changed to a surprised one.

"Hmm... Plenty of stubbornness. Courage. Perseverance. Kindness and... Perfect!" The Magnifer hummed and nodded and exclaimed leaving the prince to gawk at the map of the Universe and then to his father.

A sudden wish enveloped him. He wished he could see the Preserver as well. He wondered how the person having the said qualities would look like.

"I'll have a meeting with the Deciders about the Preserver", The Magnifer stood up, abruptly, the room returning to its previous colour, "we'll be able to bring him here in no time." He muttered and went out of the room.

"But Father-" Bright began, but soon he found himself in his study alone with an open map of Universe in the company.

He sighed. His father ignored him again.
He groaned before looking at the floating red pin on the Earth. If he tried, can he see the person on the other end as well?

He put his quivering hands on the red pin, gulping in nervousness. Thoughts of his teacher telling him how a single fault of his can make tremendous changes in the map and that in turn can change the actual Universe as well clouded his mind faltered his confidence.

"You have no qualities of a Prince of Midaster", his father's voice rang in his ears.

Ignoring it, he tried putting his palm over the red pin. He can do it!

The voices grew louder and louder making him anxious.

HE CAN DO IT.

HE CAN DO IT.

HE CAN DO IT!

No!

He cannot do it.

And this is how it is supposed to be.

He stood up, panting. His heart ached as he retraced his hands from the map.

And this is how it is supposed to be...

He sighed one last time before making his way out of the room, proving his father right once again.

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