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I slowly get up. The sun beating down on my skin. I stretch my arms. I pull my bangs out of my face. Ah. That sleep was muy bien. 

"Moring Callibri." I turn.

He nods at me. I throw off the blanket. 

"Good morning your highness." A servant walks in.

"Oh. Thank the Celestials. I'm starving." I jump out of bed. 

I turn and I pull up the blanket for my younger twin siblings. They look so cute and so innocent. I walk forward and I chow down my breakfast.

"Wow. You really are hungry." The servant comments. 

"I think I lost post of my strength and fat fighting the God of War." I comment.

"Shall I bring you another plate?" The servant asks. 

"Nah. I'll save my appetite for lunch." I say.

I breathe in the fresh air and for the first time in a long time. I feel rested and calm. How can I not be? I've fought the world. I've fought the gods.

"Your parents are up and are expecting you, along with the twins." The servant says. 

I gently pick them up.

"I'll be right there." I say.