
The emerald minstrel prologue Ulysses stormed down the corridors of his palace and pushed his way through the guards. His silvery hair was pulled back in a long ponytail that reached his waist, with bangs that just covered his eyebrows. He came to a halt before a young man with bright green hair and pale blue eyes and narrowed his gaze. "Is there something you need me for?" the young man asked as he looked up at him and reached a hand slender and weak for him. "The oracle would like to see you, he has told me that it is an urgent matter," Ulysses said in a cold voice. The young man looked nervously at the guards that took hold of his arms and lead him down a dark
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