[Inmortalization]

The driver, named Lok, was an old man specialized in presenting his services to the prince. After Federick's birth, its only personalized use was determined at his disposal and for him.

The weather of the day was ideal, without standing out for being arid; but even in those conditions, his forehead was sweating, while he maintained a summery smile.

He was in charge of lowering and transporting different stored supplies towards the interior of the orphanage. Despite his status that consolidated his position, he was not arrogant. Helping with care along with the help of other managers.

"I repeat, sir: Your effort is not necessary, we are young people with enough strength and spirit to deal with this matter. By the way, my name is Agus." Agus said with a smile, who was one of the managers of the orphanage. While referring to the other adults in charge.

There were three individuals, two men and a woman. Each one represented by a different, but voluntary spirit.

"Boy, I'll tell you again, don't worry. Or are you going to tell me that my muscles are flabby?" Lok said while laughing as he carried a heavy bag.

"No, I don't mean to... It's just that your help with the prince Federick is enough." Agus responded, carrying a large crate with the help of his companion.

"Haha, a will built on values is just as valuable. I suppose you get a well payment to make such an effort." Lok commented observing the actions of the four individuals.

"They don't do it". Another of the managers muttered. An involuntary murmur, which he had said without meaning to.

To which, he simply received a doubtful look from Lok.

"What my colleague means is that these actions go beyond economic purposes. Rather, they are voluntary." Agus quickly complemented with some nervousness.

"They have basically painted their faces and they charge the minimum... Or even nothing, right?" Lok said tactlessly, watching their reactions.

"Do you think he'll make a change?" Lok asked as he looked in the direction where Federick had retreated.

Given this mention, he observed micro-facial changes in the majority, which were accentuated in the case of those who had protested first.

"He's still young." Lok commented to the air, while observing the sky, weighing the twenty kilos of rice grains in his hands.

Federick had already retreated towards the interior with the children belonging to the orphanage. At first he helped transport the different provisions stored in the carriage, but he has been "convinced" not to expose himself to hard tasks.

He was spending time with different children and some teenagers. They were numerous, curious and with little self-esteem.

They would easily fall into cobwebs even if they knew of its existence.

They gathered around Federick with galloping excitement, words flying endlessly. Which he received with total benevolence, a smile adorning his face.

Although the age difference was not a disparity, the height was when compared.

Added to the fact of the vibe around Federick, it had a subjective effect. Like an older brother, he received with a moral hug the different questions, unknowns and anecdotes that the excited children communicated to him.

But this was interrupted by the entrance of the different managers and Lok.

"Well, children: we have prepared a schedule for the arrival of prince Federick... Of course with his agreement." Agus said with a smile, as he observed the different children who surrounded the imperturbable and unmistakable Federick with a comforting aura.

"Who would I be to dare to steal other people's happiness?" Federick commented rhetorically, with a smile on his lips.

With this, another day metaphorically began for the children. Who received the news with emotion, expectant of what was promised.

With a neutral Federick.

A melancholic Lok.

And four excited managers.

The day passed without problems. Playing different games and recreational activities that took an entire afternoon.

The bag game, where different children ran and tripped, laughing with a childish smile.

Enjoyable reading, being the spokesperson: Federick. Using his best efforts to concentrate, between laughter and occasional strange silences.

A strange game with a ball, totally new even for adults.

Thus, the day was ending. Everyone gathered was resting while watching the soon sunset.

"Federick, tell me, is the world happy?" Suddenly asked a child, with big ears and little hair, his body clearly demonstrated nutritional deficiency.

Federick watched the boy carefully.

In fact, he had previously allowed himself to be called by his name in moments of intimacy; but this question made him feel bad.

"You are looking for a rather complex answer. Ironically, others might even call you a sinner out of arrogance. Come, accompany me." Federick commented with a light laugh, inviting all the children to chase him.

"A brave new world... It depends on the different perspectives that differ in each single human. At one point, you could consider a brave new world with the sun providing us with its solar charge, in complement to the air provided by nature." Federick said with a familiar smile, his figure was mature. While he pointed out his examples, which the children observed with curiosity or boredom.

"Heh, although I could have said it's complex, that's where my answer ends. You are unique, and that depends solely on you." Federick said as he rubbed his two fingers in the eyes of the boy who asked, vertically, wrinkling his uncharacteristically childish face.

His journey had ended with his words, ending in front of a crystalline lagoon. The different figures of the children with Federick were reflected in it.

His words penetrated deeply into their needy faces, which softened greatly. Providing a comforting image for posterity, which was serenely reflected in the lagoon.

An image that accompanied Federick, but not his vision. Which differed by a wide margin from those of the others.

In his eyes were reflected the smiling, painful and dependent image of children, but his face was indifferent, frivolous and neutral.

An image contrary to his smiling and loving 'I'.

All in a sunset, reflected in a lagoon.