Fern looked out the window at the night sky. After about a month, Bres had given him a real room in the castle. He still had to do silly chores like organizing, polishing, and cleaning, but it was better than a dark cell in the dungeon. The window was his favorite part of his new room. Through it, he could see the whole land of Eligor unfold before him. There were trees and hills, rivers and caves, many things that could be found on Skyloft. The only thing it was missing was stars. It was strange, because although the sky was blue during the day and black at night, the sun gave off a dull light, as if it had run low on batteries, the moon rarely appeared at all, and the stars were just completely gone, as if they had never existed.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Bres asked, his voice so sudden that it made Fern jump.
“I-I guess,” Fern replied, still refusing to smile or look at Bres. He may have to act civil if he didn’t want to be punished, but that didn’t mean that he had to like it.
“I built most of it from scratch. I did a nice job on the forest, don’t you think? There wasn’t a single tree when I first got here.”
“How can you just build a forest?”
“Like so,” he said, curling out his fingers to reveal an indigo flower.”
Fern tried hard not to smile with delight.
“It’s called a hyacinth,” Bres explained, handing the flower to Fern. “Supposedly the first one grew from the blood of a beautiful boy. It has a wonderful smell, don’t you think?”