you ran happily through the corridors of the castle, wanting to tell your father the good news that you had finally achieved success in controlling the sword, but as soon as you opened the door, you were glued to the spot..

on the floor lay your father’s body and his head was on the other side, the floor was covered in blood and your older brother stood with his back to you with his father’s bloody sword in his hands, his white hair was also covered in blood, he was silent..