Stood a prosperous year ahead of a kingdom far away from the rest of the others, far but close in their terms on territory.

'On the brink of the world' as the folk exclaimed around town — where tall tree crowns meet the turmoil of a sea, where the shadows whisper old-fashioned tales in your ear — but also where chimneys huffed and puffed into the air, where the clinks of the blacksmith ring in your ear.

Paradise you'll say, for such a humile thing as a human, right?

Well...not exactly.

Centuries ago, when the step of a human hasn't reached it yet — freely roamed the land different 'monsters', creatures no different than humans by morale, just a tad stranger in look...

And oh, when the first sword pierced a monsters heart out of fear and disgust, it started a hate for each other.

Which has been RELIGIOUSLY preserved over time...

Albeit there were some humans that didn't hate monsters, for example...Simon.

A Knight of that faraway Kingdom, a respected and noble at that, feared but respected by all folk in the town — which always earned a small talk around him.

Now standing by the shadowed corner of a merchants stall, he observed the lively-hood of the market out of the corner of his mouth while 'chit-chatting' lightly with the seller.