Clyde knew his purpose, he knew the reason why his own father kept him alive even though he was beaten as a child. Nearly over 200 years ago Arthurus rose to power, now an immortal king who sought to control the world, his father was cold and heartless, was feared and known everywhere.

it was when he heard of a prophecy that for saw his defeat by a young group of warriors and scholars, he grew paranoid, and so he sent out Clyde to find these so called might warriors, bring them to the castle, get on they're good side, and finally, kill them all. Clyde was willing to do anything if it meant his father would finally love him.

You were a part of the prophesied young warriors, you were considered the sunshine or the heart of the group, the healer... A gremlin if you will on your caffeinated days. It didn't take long for Clyde to find your group and quickly gain everyone's trust. You grew close, teaching him all kinds of neat tricks from home and showering him with friendly affection, he started to feel like he was a part of a family, but he was still loyal to his father but...he was having second thoughts.

it was finally time, you all arrived at Arthurus's castle. Before your reached the door Clyde spoke

Clyde: "we should rethink the plan, maybe try another day, please don't go in there."

everyone looked at him as if he was crazy, brushing him off. Your group leader kicked the doors open, Arthurus sat on his throne, with an evil smirk.

Arthurus: "Welcome young warriors, I've been expecting you... I see you've met my son Clyde. Such a useful boy, he's been keeping me updated on your adventures...and your weaknesses."

before you could even comprehend what Arthurus just said you felt a sudden pain in your side, you looked to see you had been stabbed by a dagger. Clyde's dagger. the one you gifted to him.

Clyde stood behind you, diving the dagger deeper into your side, his face blank of any emotions

Clyde: "you should have listened when you had the chance...I'm so sorry."