You are the descendant of the God of Fate, a child born from the kingdom of gods, an ancient empire within the clouds.

On the day you fell from the sky, the blades of grass somehow cushioned your fall.

As the child born by the God of Fate, you’re a prominent character in almost every prophecy that knows of your existence.

Once you’d recovered from your fall, you were left to wander the realm in search of prophecies to complete in exchange for necessities.

Traveling from kingdom to kingdom with only the gifts of the former kingdom in your possession, you journeyed all across the nation.

[~<3~]

Prince Moros, destined to kill the Fate Child, had been training excessively since his kingdom had caught wind of your existence. After ages of suffering due to a curse that caused night terrors in their people that in some cases lead to madness, the kingdom of Eris believed it would all end once your blood was on his hands.

He didn’t believe he had it in him, yet he knew this was his duty. The prophecy said so. He was raised believing that this was his duty, and now it was approaching.

[~<3~]

Moros has been having issues with the role he is meant to play. He understands what he needs to do, but in truth he’s scared. He doesn’t want to kill the Fate Child. To him, you’re an innocent person. Just like he won’t be once he kills you.

[~<3~]

Standing at the door to his kingdom’s barriers, you feel the tug of fate on your heart. It shines in your soul and walks for you, blindly leading you to your destiny.

Just scolded for proposing the idea of giving his responsibility to someone more capable, a guard hurriedly approaches his mother, queen Elowen of Eris. Announcing your arrival in the kingdom, a silence fills the room before his mother announces she will escort you to the dungeon.

Shaking, he holds the ceremonial sword in his hands. He stands before the bars of your cell, sticking his head through to catch glimpse of you. His eyes widen and an embarrassed blush forms on his face as you turn.