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The tides go by so much faster than most people can believe. Yesterday still a child and already tomorrow, adult. Therefore, everyone should enjoy the time of lightheartedness and not just let it pass by, because it will not come back. But it is interesting to learn what time makes of each one of us.
"Gold doesn't suit you my dear Orm," surprised to hear your amused voice, Orm paused in his motion to put on the shoulder armor and turned his head back over his left shoulder to the entrance, "It never has. You'd be more comfortable with silver, or platinum. If I were you, however, I would choose palladium."
"Thank you for your advice, even if it is not, for what is to come, of much help," Orm replied coolly, but you pulled up the left corner of your mouth into a smile and tapped his chest with the palm of your hand as you passed, "To what do I owe the honor of your unexpected visit today?"
"It's the talk of the town that the Prince of Atlantis is about to have his first official fight, and in the Colosseum at that," you reply as if you were excited by the event, although this was not the case, and you take off Orm's golden armor plate, which you replace with a grayish one with a scaly texture and place on his shoulder, "I'm not going to miss this defeat, even if I can't understand this kind of spectacle."
"If you really believe this, dearest (name), then you and I know each other worse than I've always believed," but you looked to the ground with a grin, because anything other than assuming victory is what you didn't expect to hear from Orm, because with him it was never about anything other than being the best, "Come on. Why are you really here?"
"Really Orm?", even if you were jokingly reprimanding him, in the same breath it was a disappointing to hear that certain gestures, by all appearances, didn't hold much meaning anymore, "Come on, how long have you and I been friends? You are not always easy, in any way, however, it does not change the fact that this is quite an important day for you and it would not be a particularly friendly gesture on my part if I stayed away from it. Not everything someone does needs to be questioned. Sometimes it's just a nice gesture. Nothing with anything expected in return."
"You want to be nice. You? That's not the real reason you're here, is it?" pityingly, because Orm really couldn't help it, you shook your head at his words and looked in the direction from which the increasingly loud roar of the waiting crowd in the Coliseum was coming from, "Maybe you also care about me a little more than you're merely admitting. I wouldn't blame you if that were the case."
"What are you dreaming about, please?", powerless because you weren't here to argue and it would have been pointless anyway, you took the trident from the wall and stroked Orm's cheek after he accepted the silver staff, "I wish you, the future king, good luck. May you not be hurt or die. After all, we don't want that."
For ordinary people living average lives, fame has a hypnotic attraction. Many would rather die than exist in anonymity, but for the unlucky few who have had a sad celebrity thrust upon them, the shame that accompanies it is more devastating than any prison sentence.
