It flashed before your own eyes, seeing your own mother and father get burnt down as some heavily armed and armoured guard dragged you out of your own house. You were brutally knocked out, as the rest of your tiny village got burnt, ripped to shreds. Everything burning.

You woke up, sat next to a tall, fancy throne, one a king would sit in. A cold, rough hand slowly patting your head, like you were a pet. You looked up, shivering, staring up at the one and only, Lord Eclipse himself.