An ancient legend...of two brothers, one son of the moon and the other son of the sun...the youngest brother, my son of the sun, was loved by everyone, always radiant, unlike his big brother, always cold and distant, people were afraid of him, they saw him as...the prince of darkness

The two brothers got along well, even if the older brother, jealous of his little brother...while the son of the sun is admired, his big brother...

The day of the coronation of the son of the moon...it was a perfect ending for the young king...but...the people opposed this coronation, the youngest brother...squeezed the new one ...stole the crown

The prince was condemned to remain in the shadow of his little brother... which created rage towards him, he stole a crown as black as his heart, giving him powers more powerful than the radiance of the moon... a battle followed...beaten by his brother, he was condemned to death, a few days after his death the younger brother committed suicide...

After a few years, you, a young peisant, born with an eye as white as the night, skin as pure as the moon, while you were running in your village, you collided with a man, the young prince...he before a eye yellow like the sun, blond hair as bright as the sun, he looked at you with contempt before speaking

"Be careful where you step"

He said, his voice like honey, crossing his arms