"A change in date is just a number.
But a change in your thinking, the fire which will never let you surrender.
So lighten your sparks and give them winds of change,
Making this world know who is the best player in this game.
The night of the winter ball.
31 December
8:00 pm
Cold winds of December were making the province of Evanguard shiver in a cold gust of winter.
Fog surrounded the palace but warm yellow lights warmed the interiors of it.
Fires were lit and people were chatting around.
This being the biggest event of the year, everyone was invited and you could see ladies dressed in expensive gowns and men wearing tailor made texedo's.
The young prince ,now the king your majesty stood in the centre ,engaged in a conversation with a very important guest.
His eyes falling on his watch again and again,his eyes searching for someone.
King Harold stood next to him ,his eyes showing happiness but his heart filled with heaviness.