It was about 7 in the morning when the swordsman stopped off after practice in a field to take in the chill refreshing air and watch the sunrise for a few moments. The fields were shrouded in mist, the sky painted with beautiful colors. Somehow he knew that the Sun had once again fallen in love with a pretty Princess somewhere nearby.
"Perhaps he noticed Moon Princess this morning," he thought as he climbed back up on his horse. "It wouldn't surprise me. Wouldn't surprise me at all."
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