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A winged figgure roamed around the Kingdom of Gabriel in almost a carefree way. This figgure was Sariel, the prince of the kingdom, and he was just going on his normal rounds about his kingdom. The light shined apon his golden crown as he slowly flapped his huge wings as he walked across the ground in his angelic sandals. Once he got bored fo roaming the kingdom again he would fly to the local forest and relax there for a bit, which he would normaly do when something was going wrong. He just hoped nothing bad would happen, even though the smile on his face said he was quite happy.