Meeting el Rey was an incredibly long process. They bathed and dressed me; told me the rules I had to follow when speaking to el Rey. I was nervous, but had to be perfect. I entered el trono, which was filled with gold and precious gems.

“¿Quién es él?” He asked. The room grew silent, even his advisors had nothing to say.

“Yo soy Gabriél, su Majestad,” I bowed down, my heart pounding. Andres walked up to his father and explained who I was and what was the purpose of this unexpected meeting.

“Pensamos, él sería un gran activo para el Reino,” Andres smiled at me. He believed el Rey was giving in. El Rey thought for a while and finally came to a decision.

“Muy bien. Pero él debe resultar digno de nosotros primero.” He reached for something under his throne and pulled out a sword. He tossed to me and I caught it carefully, for this was sacred. Andres was given one to, and it took a moment for me to catch on what was happening, “Luchar contra él.”