Chapter 10

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There it is. Here we are in the fourth year of waiting. Arthur, sixteen years old, thinks that he is finally beginning to see the end of the road, even if he is still far from it. Day and night, his thoughts were guided to one person: Selenia. He wondered in his heart how his beloved princess managed to make time pass faster durimg she waits for his handsome prince: perhaps she had committed herself to the reconstruction of the passage to the side of this mysterious being whose his grandfather Archibald had spoken to him a long time ago now. Or perhaps she devoted herself to trying to make herself worthy of the sword of power in order to prove to her people that she now possessed the wisdom necessary to reign. The answer to that question may lie somewhere in between.

But a third hypothesis comes to mind. A hypothesis that awakened a fear that he now felt for two years and that seemed to resurface every time he thought of Selenia: the fear of being forgotten. Perhaps Selenia had thought that Arthur would never return and that it was now time to turn the page, and find a husband much more likely to rule the world of the minimoys by her side.

But all this was pure inconsistency. Arthur remembered that when she married Selenia (as short as the ceremony was), she had conferred her royal powers. Such a division of powers was certainly a decision not to be taken lightly because the person to whom it would entrust such powers had to necessarily obtain her total trust and win her heart. However, Selenia had certainly not hesitated for a long time for Arthur to prove worthy of inheriting it, which would prove that he had earned his love and trust and such a thing could not be forgotten as well. This thought, which seemed to him to be the most logical, was what allowed him to silence his fears.

But it was time for him to return to the current situation. He had finished his classes two days ago, which was a great relief for him. This finally marked the beginning of his winter vacation, which explained the presence of Darkos, Alfred the Bogo Matassalaï and his grandparents around him. Last I heard, Archibald had fallen ill and his condition had not improved. Darkos and Marguerite must have been very caring for him, but Arthur was more reassured to come and see him in person. He recalled insisting with his parents to see them.

When he arrived at his grandparents' home, he saw his grandfather in a wheelchair. Guided by the leader of the Bogo Matassalaï, Archibald took Arthur to see the progress of the repair of the telescope.

"You will find that it has changed a lot in appearance, it is no longer the charred copper that we have known." warns Archibald when he arrives in front of the aunt of Bogo Matassalaï.

Archibald had not lied, and Arthur was blown away. In front of them was the telescope that Arthur knew so well, with a big difference: the destroyed part of the telescope had been totally replaced by a new open dome. He looked inside and noticed that the telescope was empty. What served as a gear, piston and opening mechanism had completely disappeared. The inside of the telescope must surely be under renovation and the construction of new assembly part was surely the current stage.

"The special minimoy you told me about does not seem to be unemployed grandfather! He really worked well!" Arthur noted enthusiastically.

"Yes, Eldarion is currently in the process of replacing the old parts that allowed your transformation into a minimoy. He has already removed all the destroyed pieces." confirmed Archibald.

"If I remember correctly, you told me that this Eldarion was a magician, didn’t you? " redemanda Arthur.

"Yes indeed, and it will be thanks to his magic and his new knowledge that he can put the passage back in working order." replied the chief of the Bogo Matassalaï.

"I see, and what about Darkos? He also wishes to return to the seven kingdoms." Arthur, remembering that only one person can pass through the world of the minimoys every ten moons.

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