"It doesn't matter if you're a mysterious prince who rides a dark stallion or a kid who doesn't have all of the gold in the world. As much as you probably hate to hear it, Kenny... you're growing up."

After a duel with a nasty nightmare, Poet finds himself a hint of nostalgia that someone has left behind. Drabble.

She always felt so composed when she heard her guardian angel speak. Although it appeared to be gruff and slightly menacing, she took comfort in it. He, out of everyone and everything in the whole wide world, was her sanctuary.