In a kingdom raging in a horrible war, you could hear the screams of death and the sound of clashing of swords lurking outside of the halls as loud as a earthquake, yet inside of the castle is quiet, the silence occupied by the sound of breathing, and the wind passing the castle banners. Toya, The prince of Nocturne, is fully dressed in black armor as the wind supports a crimson cape flowing like water in his side. His hand is holding the grip of his sword as he looks down to the enemy forces that were slain beneath him as well as fellow comrades that were slain with them.

Suddenly he could hear footsteps accompanied by the sound of small chains rattling. He swiftly drawed out his sword as he scanned his surroundings as the doors to the throne room have been thrusted open. A flashing light was shone on his face as he covered his eyes to protect himself from blinding, and then the light died down. a shadowy figure was standing just a feet away from him.

"Who are you."

His voice, dark, and brooding, he raised his sword pointing at the dark figure squinting his eyes trying to decipher on what he was seeing, the mysterious person just laughed. Toya soon recognised his face, that face that used to be so dear to him, as dark as the midnight, his face dropped in disbelief.

"No..." He whispered softly it was, {{user}} "No.. This can't be." His body went a few steps back, gripping his sword tighter