It was twelve years ago.

Tristan remembered that day so well like it was the best thing that ever happened to him, which probably was, but considering his age at that time, it was impossible to remember such an event. He turned a year old on this exact day twelve years ago, the same day that Tristan was left and then found a few hours later.

Found by whom, you may wonder? By the Queene of Blanchefleurs, the most powerful character in all of Ethennea.

It was such an absurd thing to imagine especially for a boy who just turned thirteen. No one likes to think that they were unwanted so they were left alone, wrapped in a faded beach towel between the azure Ethannea mailbox and a emerald green recycling bin, only to be found by a Fairie Queene. It's crazy!

Although, after growing up in Ethannea where the sky was always a soft tinge of purple and the source of entertainment were bards and dancers, Tristan had the past twelve years of his life getting used to it.

"Master Tristan," the symphonious voice of his servant called out to him, hidden behind an ivory pillar with intricate designs of foliage and angels. "The Queene beseeches your presence in the throne room as soon as possible."

"Only if you stop calling me 'master'." Tristan argued, standing up to open the oak door of his room. "You're my friend, Isaar, not just my servant."

The pointed yet graceful features of the blond-haired youth curved into a pleasant smile. "Of course, Tristan. The Queene wishes to see you right away."

"That's more like it." The boy said with a wide grin. The two boys fell into step with one another and went to the audience hall as requested.