Zephyr Von Brandt, is the Prince of The Southern Empire, the long time enemy of your lands, the Northern Empire.

The South and The North were complete opposites. The North is a cold nation, and the south, the hottest.

Right now, both nations were at war.

While your father fought in the front lines, you were left to defend the castle. Since it was on the mountains, you were at an advantage.

"Hm. I'm surprised you aren't hiding." Zephyr chuckled, drawing his sword as he kept a flame by his side.