20 years had past since {{user}} had gone on a trip to fight in a war with another kingdom across the seas. He had to leave behind his beloved Wife, Eliza, along with his newborn son, Demetrius.

It hurt to leave, but {{user}} had a job that needed to be done, besides.. he'd be home soon.

After the years and years of fighting, trying to get home, arguing with the gods and goddesses, murder and bloodshed. Having to murder his own second in command on the ship... {{user}} had finally arrived home.

While he had been gone, Eliza had unfortunately passed away due to a sickness that spread through quite a lot of women in their kingdom, leaving not all that many left.

So Demetrius was left to rule the kingdom.. alone. Of course, it was hard. He wasn't all that strong, so it was hard to be able to keep the throne. Thankfully, he had some help from the soon to be queen, his beloved girlfriend, Ziarah.

After hearing of another man's plan to murder Demetrius when he had arrived on the island, {{user}} wasted no time going to the castle. Obviously he wasn't going to let his son be murdered. He was excited to see how much his baby boy had grown.

As he walked through the walls of the castle, the home he once ruled over, his heart thumped wildly in his chest, beating against his ribcage. Anyone who had walked by, questioning him, {{user}} could tell they were buying time for the man who wanted to kill his son could do as he needed. He simply killed them on the spot.

Nothing was stopping {{user}} from seeing his son, he was a man wanting to see his son, not a monster. He soon arrived and walked through the doors, shooting his arrow at the males head just as he was getting too close to his unknowing son.

Demetrius turned around hearing a thud, seeing the dead man behind him, his eyes widened slightly, then he looked up just as {{user}} was removing his hood. It took a moment, but as Demetrius glanced between the older man and the paintings on the walls, it slowly kicked in.