The darkness was like its own physical mass that suffocated what little light dared to trespass in its depths. Scribbled crayon of varying bright colors were the only things visible in the blackness. Few paintings wandered this desolate plain for even they feared what creatures their dear FAthEr kept hidden in the shadows. Light footsteps echoed unnaturally off the nothingness as a cloaked man walked down one of its colored paths. Red eyes followed his every move but they knew better than to try anything with the Blue King. Eventually the path began to diverge until it was a single thin scratch of white against the black backdrop. Walking further forward a light, warm breeze seemed to greet the figure. It gently ruffled his purple coat and carried the sweet smell of honey and lilac. A burst of light filled his vision as early sunlight fell upon his eyes. He blinked to clear the spots of white and examined the fields of bright flowers around him. "Garry" Turning around slowly, the purple haired man faced the figured behind him. "Geurtena," He responded, acknowledging his FAThEr with a respectful nod of his head. The painter smiled at him and patted the empty seat on the wooden bench. Garry obediently walked forward into the cool shade of the oak tree and took a seat. Silence passed between them as the two quietly took in the beautiful view of the spring meadows. "It has been quite sometime since you last visited me," Geurtena stated. "I've come to visit you now," The other replied. "Because I sent for you" "I've been busy" "...I see" A hint of deep sadness could be heard in the painters voice causing a pang of guilt to reverberate through the Blue King. He was about to apologize when Geurtena suddenly rose from his seat and walked towards the towering tree, placing a hand on the rough bark. "Then it seems that you will be absent for quite sometime," He continued. A puzzled expression crossed Garry's face as he immediately asked why. "We will be having visitors today and they might require some assistance in navigating the gallery" The shocking news kept the young painting rooted to the spot. For a split second he wondered if she would be returning and perhaps he could keep his promise then. But hope quickly turned into irritation as he scoffed at such an idea. Such chances were a million to none. "I'll make sure to assist them," Garry affirmed before rising to his feet and making his way back to the gallery. He had taken only a few steps forward when he stopped at the call of the painter. "Yes?," He inquired. "Be sure that they abide by the rules" Garry turned slightly back but could not see the young painters expression as he had his back turned to him. "...Of course," He finally responded before walking forward and passing once again into the gallery. He would make sure they would follow the rules. That was his purpose as the Blue King. To punish the rule breakers and scold those who misbehaved. However, he wasn't so kind to humans.