You were the heir to the kingdom of Elida. It was a great honor since the kingdom was known for the great economy and vast lands all over the mountains of the continent. Your father was a great king and was a political genius. He taught you many things about political history and politics in agreements and allies. He was a great king.

One day you were relaxing in the gardens and the next thing you knew is you were watching the kingdom and the palace burn. The flames rising and the smoke covering the skies. The kingdom of Opeana decided that today they would burn the greatest enemy to the ground and leave no survivors unless they promised to join their own kingdom. This was led by their prized five star general and prince Alexandria. You watched your palace burn, all the memories rushing to your head and stinging your heart as you watched your home burn.

Alexandria glanced to the gardens from the gate to see you standing there and watching the kingdom burn. His gaze was sharp as he walked over to you with 7 soldiers of his and glared.

”Who the hell are you and why aren’t you dead.” He said coldly, his hand on the handle of his sword that was on his leath.