Sulran woke up in Xiran’s guest room the next morning. He lay in bed for a while soaking in the warmth that filtered through the window. Xiran had given him some clothes the previous night so he could change the next morning.

Sulran was still getting used to seeing all those colours. His world only had hues of few and this one was so vibrant and energy here was different, almost dark and sometimes sinister. He wondered what caused it.

He got up and used the bathroom before changing into the black pants and blue shirt Xiran had provided him. Although he loved the colours, he wasn’t very fond of men’s clothing on this planet.

"What weird clothes do people of this world wear, I feel like suffocating in these tight pants," he mumbled to himself, he didn’t want to sound rude to Xiran so never said anything. He wore them ensuring that he wore front at the front.

Once he had fastened the zipper taking care that his manhood didn’t get stuck in it, he heaved a sigh of relief. The first time it almost got stuck in the zipper.

"Phew! That was a tough one."

He then arranged his hair and made fresh braids. Sulran headed down and reached the living room. He instantly sensed that the house was empty. He could not feel Xiran.

"Maybe, he is in his room," he thought to himself but the house was eerily quiet. Not a sound could be heard.

He focused to locate Xiran through his markings and was astonished when his inked tattoo informed him that he was not even on Altair, instead, he was on Tromalius.

"Oh! No, he must be feeling so lost. I need to go find him," Sulran was stunned. How did this even happen? He needed to hurry so without wasting a single second, he opened his wings and touched his circular pattern, it glowed before transporting him back to his home planet near where Xiran and Aselia currently stood, lost and alone.

The blinding light made Aselia and Xiran turn in that direction and they found Sulran had just teleported there. A sense of relief washed over them seeing a familiar face and their faces brightened in the delight they felt seeing him.

"Are you people good? What happened? How did you people arrive here on your own?"

He asked, hurriedly striding towards them and his eyes fell on Aselia’s arm which seemed red and his forehead wrinkled. Both of them seemed so vulnerable standing there in their night clothes and with no shoes on. This is not how he had planned to bring them here but destiny seemed to have other plans.

"Can’t tell you how relieved I am to see you here. We don’t know. I was just showing her my markings, she touched the circular pattern and everything happened in a split second as we whirled through some kind of a wormhole and found ourselves here," Xiran confided in him, still holding Aselia’s arm. His heart eased out seeing Sulran was here.

"Is Aselia hurt? What happened to her arm?" Sulran questioned, not liking that she got hurt on their very first time here. Xiran explained how she couldn’t enter the place and the barrier burnt her arm.

"Yes, cities have protection barriers here because sometimes wild animals can attack. It’s to keep the settlements safe. We will treat it at home, come I will take you there," Sulran reassured them as he extended his hand, a hearty smile gracing his lips. His heart swelled with love and satisfaction for he was finally taking his nephew home and his Sernera home.

Xiran nodded and held onto Aselia. He clasped Sulran’s outstretched hand and they instantly teleported. It was just a fraction of a second where they twirled around in a space of blinding lights before landing outside what seemed like a majestic white palace. Aselia clung to Xiran, this was such an out worldly experience for both of them.

Xiran stabilised Aselia as they found solid ground. Their bare feet were cold against the white marble-like floor they had landed on. As they lifted their heads both became tongue-tied by the unique beauty and design of the building standing in front of them.

The scene before them was like a dream, a vision of pristine beauty. The palace was surrounded by immaculately landscaped gardens and shimmering fountains. The tiny plants that covered the gardens were glistening blades of silver with water droplets shimmering on them.

The plant’s covering the flowerbeds had silver and blue flowers and the water that cascaded out of the fountains resembled milk. The whole ambience was breathtaking and divine.

The architecture alone exuded an ethereal charm like the one they had never seen before. People working in the gardens, all of them had long luscious hair and they wore white clothing.

"Xiran! We seem to have been teleported into the world of a fairytale," Aselia whispered to Xiran, her hand covering her mouth so only he could hear. Stars danced in her eyes as her head swept around, taking in the serenity of this magical place.

"Your words are true and I can’t believe I am finally here. It’s so enchanting," he squeezed her waist as Sulran led them towards the palace. He moved so elegantly like an angel in his heavenly abode.

The palace itself was an intricate masterpiece of white marble, adorned with delicate silver filigree and fine grey stone carvings. Towering spires reached for the heavens, while graceful archways added grandeur. The facade was adorned with grand statues of mythical beings, their alabaster forms stood tall with gems for eyes that reflected the dying light.

The beings that stood in the gardens and outside the white palace halted seeing Sulran with two guests. They bowed their heads in reverence as curiosity crept up in their gazes.

"Come! Let me take you inside," Sulran softly hummed, acting as their guide and the two guards in their traditional attires bowed and threw open the gigantic silver doors for them to enter the majestic palace that belonged to Xiran’s maternal family.