[Pond without owner]

The wind ran free like a hare, bringing a refreshing moment to those who worked vehemently. Their faces were sweaty, in their calloused hands they held tools of different types.

The leaves fell unwillingly into a pond, while a fierce capitalist, exploiter and classist observed without shame; who was a young man.

"I am Napoleon." The young man uttered while observing his figure over the pond.

A slim, athletic and aesthetic figure; not at all that of a young fat brother.

'Good! I knew it would change... Well, the invocation of his name is a masculine manifesto.' Federick thought cheekily, after having been analyzing his face.

With the new power, doubts had arisen; His acting skills were valued in kilograms of gold, so I was unaware of his skill, the implications and the depth of his game.

After all, he had to take advantage of every opportunity for personal development.

"I am h...". Federick was saying, until he was interrupted by the fleeting flight of a bird of strange origin which he had to dodge masterfully.

"Cold Cold Cold".

"How strange... It's not winter cold." Federick commented, surprised by the imitation of the bird.

"Defeat, defeat, defeat."

Before the last sonata, Federick watched the bird retreat; who was probably headed to reproduce, have babies, and ultimately die in a battle against an eagle.

"Dr. Carlson... They beat you." Federick commented dumbfounded.

But that sensation was immediately killed after he began to feel the first signs of burning in his eyes. His experience was not enough to maintain parallel skills; since in his heroic dodging, typical of myths, he had lost control over his refinedly used energy.

For the moment, this was the only problem he had identified. Burning and pain.

The eyes were naturally sensitive, so he understood it from that elementary principle.

I was amazed at the potential ability demonstrated from a simple action; After all, he had been observing the intrinsic reactions of each representative of different forces.

'That old man's look was really creepy.' Federick thought as he retreated at a slow pace without direction.

On his way he observed different refined people; of great size, their outfits varied and expressive. The jewels clinked, and the threads of different instruments shone transparently.

'Burning... is this pain similar to the one that silently eats away at your voice of conscience?' Federick reflected among countless leaves that surrounded the paved path.

His observation had never stopped or changed, even though it was no longer magical. There was no dissatisfied face, greetings were occasional, but respectful smiles disappeared like ashes.

'Without reason? The perpetuated pain... What is it compared to? He thought next to a tree.

This was the coldness that had greeted him in their lives. The pain in his eyes, only a reminder of this fact.

One more link in society; or Slavic.

It was clearly not correlated to his previous actions and way of being.

He couldn't submerge himself in the sea, or the weight of his non-existent calluses would do the rest of the work; and his knees... They were perfect, he had never needed to kneel.

"I guess I'm just capricious." Federick let out in a sigh, observing the sky; where he saw the image of his mother; big and fizzy.

In this life, according to his experience, a translucent woman; with virtues and defects, dreams and desires, but with enough self-control to put his love first...

Able to change states.

For these same reasons he had not the need to try she; It was his confidence. His belief in her greatness, ideas and results... Objectively.

He had not subjectively based his evaluation. His path was already forged in advance...

His belief lay in his manipulability, relationship and ideals; a game of great difficulty and complex, but his pride was present as was his ardor.

...

"Aaaay." It was heard in the distance. A clear surprise scream.

This naturally attracted the attention of those nearby. There weren't many, but quickly there were flies swarming around the gold-coated shit.

The cause was caused by a young man, who observed his slender body painted on the waters; finally slowly sinking into his image.

In contrast to the first surprising scream, different calm laughter could be heard around the scene.

"Get out of there, honorable prince Federick." A lady of considerable age was shouting urgently.

"Wait there patiently, my dear, come on... A few more years." Answered Federick who was enjoying the perfect temperature in shallow water.

On the other hand, different comments could be heard gossiping about the situation.

"Before I didn't believe the rumors around our Prince..."

"He's naked."

"Why in the ponds of the prestigious Garden...?"

Indeed, Federick had revealed his perfect figure in front of slanted eyes, free of innocence; or so the clothes scattered next to the pond suggested.

"Listen! The state of nakedness is the greatest expression of freedom, virtue and honor; just as I said: "All false"... I tell you, all naked!" Federick suddenly shouted in an improvised speech, while enjoying floating.

"The words coming from a reference like you are valuable and remembered... But I don't think that's the way; please, honorable Prince." A man refuted with a pitiful smile, while holding a hat in his hands.

"You don't understand, you don't understand... Well, this is a cultural demonstration... Yes, a cultural demonstration simply... My reference is not corporeal." Federick rebutted the rebuttal, while trying to enjoy his state of nakedness in the warm waters.

But to his regret, strong men approached him; respective guards. With evil faces, they approached with a smile.

"Please, guards... Do something." The servant commented with a tired expression.

"Please leave, young Prince... You are violating a public element; or we will have to act with the respective force." One of the guards commented.

"I don't think my position is capable of even bothering you honest workers... Wait, it does. But don't worry, I'm not that kind of person." Federick commented as he left the pond, finally reflecting his nakedness incorporated into the water, with the action of the sun.

"Make sure my clothes don't get dirty. There's no need to take me by force." Federick commented with complete shamelessness.

"But, Sir... You have to wear them." The servant said as the guards nodded in agreement.

"I said a few more years." Federick responded, exposing his nakedness to the spectators.

Finally making an apology for a phone call with his hands, to a young lady present.

"A... shoe?" The young woman murmured confused.