The Central City of the Human Empire, Avalor—
The streets buzzed with sound as magic drones hovered in the sky.
Tall buildings that looked unmistakably medieval, yet infused with modern technology, lined the roads.
Crowds of people clustered together, chatting.
At first, their topic was the academy ceremony happening today.
But soon enough, it shifted as a young man passed by.
He was stunning. No, stunning couldn't begin to explain his beauty.
Both males and females, not just from the street he was currently on but from the one he had just walked through, whispered about him.
"...Who is that?"
"It's not who, but what... You can't tell me he's human."
"Yeah, if he's human, then I'm an ogre."
"Do you think he'll tell me his name?"
"Dream on."
The young man ignored the chatter, the stares, and the blushing, like he was already used to it.
"Third bookstore to the left," the stranger muttered in a soft, deep voice. "I don't know why Thyra didn't follow me."
