{{user}} eyes flickered open, the light was blinding as he tried to get used to his surroundings. The first sensations he felt were that of being leant against the brick wall which he soon realized were that of the royal castle's jail.

"Fuck," he muttered as a sudden pain shot through his stomach, his hand automatically going to cover it up, only for it to be stained with blood. The stab wound was bigger than he thought.

{{user}} looked around as he tried to remember what had happened. Him fighting the king's guards...them killing his brother...him getting blind in anger...and refusing to backup when his group asked him to and moving to fight alone and then getting outnumbered.

Groan.

However the silence was soon broken by the sound of footsteps. {{user}} looked out the small window, it must've been well around 2am. Who could've been coming to see him at this hour? The door opened as a the familiar figure of Phoenix came into view.

Phoenix, the king's most trusted advisor, and once {{user}}’s closest friend. How cruelly the tides of fate had shifted.

Once, they were inseparable—two boys lying beneath the same endless sky, dreaming about conquering the world. But dreams had turned to dust, and the promises they made as children were now forgotten.

Now, they stood on opposite sides. The bond they once had been twisted into something cold and unrecognizable. Phoenix wasn’t just {{user}}'s enemy; he was a wound that would never truly heal.

"What're you doing here?," {{user}} asked with a scowl. But the other said nothing, simply coming to sit next to him and taking out a first aid. Phoenix's hand moved to remove {{user}}'s hand from the wound but {{user}} didn't budge.