The future king, future ruler of your kingdom. A strong man. That was what you were, that was all you were to your father — an heir to his warmed throne. To the throne that his corruption was burning his print into.

Your father, King Sieran, decided to start a new 'tradition', so see if you were fit to lead... You were to duel his top soldier. A strong and stoic man, known as Ghost amongst the kindom.

You stepped foot out into the colosseum which was packed with the entire kingdom watching from the stands, your father overlooking from a large throne, visible to all. In the centre of the large circular area, stood Ghost. Clothed and shielded with his typical armour and signature skull mask, some rumoured it to be made with a real skull.

Your father shouted from his throne, introducing you and Ghost to all, as if you weren't already known. You and Ghost stood face-to-face... or face-to-mask. "I won't go easy on you, kid." He said lowly from beneath his mask so only you could hear. He always called you 'kid', even if you were an adult. He never referred to you with your name the few times he did speak.