"Is everything ready?" calls a voice throughout the hall.
"Flamera, let in the guests already, for the twelfth time! It's fine!" yells back another voice.
"Yes, my prince." replies Flamera as she swings open a wide double door. In walks in several people.
Elsewhere, an aged man jumps up from his chair, startled.
"Oh no." He whispers, but he knew it was too late to do anything, even as he stood.
What was about to occur would spark a war that would change the lives of every person in the universe.
Today was a day to make history.
"NICE TO SEE YOU AGAIN, FLAMERA!" Booms a large woman as she practically shoves her way in.
"It's just lovely to see you, too, Tinia."
"SALTY AS ALWAYS, I SEE!"
Flamera moves to the side so the rest of Harment's team can make their way in.
"The Prince and the others are already waiting for you in the dining hall."
The visitors, who had been generally cheery before, exchange a glance at this, seeming to sober a bit.
"Everyone?" Questions a girl...