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Mochokoy emerged from his new bed chambers, today was his first day of being king. Two servants came up to him and bowed. "And what would his majesty want for breakfast?"
"Umm... You guys have to get me breakfast?" Moch asked shyly, "Don't go to all that trouble, I'm fine, really."
"But his majesty needs to eat!" A servant intervened. Seeing as there was probably no way out of this, Moch said, "Well... Can I just have an egg then? And scrambled if it's not too much trouble..."
"Of course!" The two servants answered and then were gone. Moch continued to walk down to the throne room, although he would probably never get used to it. On his way, a man with silver hair came out of a nearby hallway and walked over to him, his hair shining in the light. "Mochokoy," Shacoa started, "Our should I said King Mochokoy, how's life with all the power?"
"I don't know if I'll ever get used to this..." Moch said walking with Shacoa.
"It'll get easier, trust me." Shacoa said as the two walked on.

Shacoa seemed a bit suspicious at first. "How do we know your not an assassin from Gardueo?"
But Moch intervened. "No, wait, I've heard of you. You were in training when I was. Pleasure to meet you Mr. Blade," Moch said reaching out his hand to shake his.

"Confusing," Moch admitted solemnly, "I don't think I'll ever get used to it... The service, the food... It's all to much for me all at once!"
"Don't worry about it," Shacoa said, and turned to Zack, "I'm Shacoa. A holy paladin," he said, not trying to brag but telling his title.

Shacoa replied, "I try to get along with ever sir."

Moch turned to Vince, "No, many people do, but they don't realize the responsibility. Then again, maybe it's just me..."

"Come," Moch ordered, "Let's go see my throne room..." He didn't like the sound of himself giving orders, he sounded stuck up... But h e may have to get used to it. "Please," he then added and led the three others down the halls to the throne room. "I guess we all better get used to this room..." Moch said, "And I want you all to refer to me as Mochokoy, not King Mochokoy, okay?" he told them as they neared their destination. He was fearful, he had the whole nation riding on his soldiers during a time of war! If he had to be king, why couldn't it be during some peaceful time? No, it had to be war... Moch should be fighting, not hiding in the throne room... But the nation was counting on him, so he must do it...

Moch and Shacoa waved to Vince as he ran off. Moch then turned his head towards Zack. "Yeah... I know I will get used to it someday, it will just take a REALLY long time... I'm also going to need a good advisor, I can't make all these decisions when I'm this new! It'll be too much for me..." Moch said, sighing. He still wore his regular clothes, against the councils better judgement, but so far everyone else didn't seem to mind.

"I heard there's a good one, but he's a bit... Dark they say." Moch told Zack as they entered the throne room. Moch's jaw almost dropped when he looked at his chair. There it sat, the frame made out of the gold, the cushion of soft, velvet silk. No way Moch was supposed to sit in that! "Um... Is that... My chair?" Moch asked blindly.