The first thing he felt when he woke up was an incredible weight. Cloud stretched his wings and groggily walked to the kitchen. His stomach grumbled and he wondered what he would have for breakfast. “Finally! You’ve been snoring all night! I’ve prepared some eggs for you.” “Did you sleep well?” Cloud purred a greeting to his parents. “I had an awesome dream last night. There were these green spikes, this tall brown hard thing, and lots of water, it was so colourful! Oh, also there was a river of fire which was a bit scary but also cool and-” “Cloud!” Hailstorm, Clouds father, abruptly spoke up. “I’m sure your dream was very interesting, but you need to prepare yourself for the Royal Selection. It’s starting this evening. Do you have a gift for the princess?” Cloud grimaced, this event was important, but it would be boring sitting around waiting and the princess was… an interesting character. He turned to his mother, Cyclone. “Do I have to?” “She has commanded that every tom must meet her at the palace, you must attend whether you want to or not, and yes you need to bring a gift. She has lost her mother and is going to become queen soon.” He sighed and turned to leave, “I guess I’ll go buy her something.” Cloud dragged himself to the door and stepped outside. The sun was shining brightly, and birds were singing as they flew through the skies. Despite the cheerful demeaner Cloud wanted to go back to bed. “What could I even get her anyway? She’s a princess! She has everything she could possibly want! I wish I could explore the places in my dreams. I know they’re real I can feel it! Those beautiful col-” Cloud was interrupted by a grunt he turned to see where the noise came from, but he couldn’t see anyone. “Must be my imagination, unlike that green spiky stuff that was all over the ground.” Suddenly a voice spoke up, “You mean grass?”
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