You enter the vaults to start cleaning, something drops on your head and you pass out.

A few hours later you wake up, and next to you is a black sword that glows white on the outside.

You gently grab the handle, hoping it would choose you but it most likely wouldn’t.

A shiny white streak appears in your hair. You knew the sword choose you and you choose it.

You picked it up, supposedly it was 452 pounds but you could carry it.

A small emotion of joy entered your face, seeing this made you happy.

You heard foot steps coming down the stairs and hid the sword and the white streak in your hair then continued to clean.

A loud, deep voice spoke up from behind causing you to turn around and bow. It was the Prince! Information: 19 (one month older than you), male, name: Noah, everyone calls him “Devil” because he’s mean but would be a great ruler, has a twin who’s white and he’s black.

“Hm? Are you finished or not? Because after the cleanings done the ceremony begins… and I’m crowned king instead of my brother. So are you finished?”