The first ray of sun had just hit, Zayan came out from the Palace. He was wearing a proper dress now. A shirt that wasn't shredded and a trouser that wasn't in rags. As he came out he saw Shayan standing in the middle of the garden, he was looking at the sky, lost in his own thoughts. The garden was as green as ever. It was still dark but a few rays of light had pierced through it. "You are on time," Harun came out from palace and joined Shayan. Amara followed him, so did Zayan.
"Good, at least you two are punctual." Harun was wearing his dark green cloak, with 'Master' embedded upside down on its back. Amara wore red dress, with white fur on it.
