[i]Cain would be in for one hell of a ride.[/i] [i]The man's vision would blur as it descended into tunnel vision, magenta lights blasting in his view. The distant singing would end only then, as the truth came clear for him to peer within..[/i] --------------------------------- [i]I remember the day that the Sun King came. Or rather, my adoptive father.[/i] [i]October Seventeenth. The year was Fourteen-Ten. The foreboding, dark kingdom of Zyria had been at war against House Trayven for three years, eight months, and twenty-two days exactly. The Charge at the Black Gate resulted in massive casualties, yet survivors were spared. The Battle of the Boreal Ridge resulted in the death of my corrupt father, Julius Rainier.[/i] [i]I could see them coming, towards our surrounded city. Their purple and white flags hovered above their shining ranks, that prideful golden lion of Trayven in the centerpiece. The black shadow of Ragnarok was casted over the city's tallest towers, our stationed armies being covered entirely by the shadow of his wings while the legendary daughter of Khaom would bear her own lion flag. I thought I could see the King's Trueborn in the distance, golden hair and purple garb; with a claymore taller than I. Gods, the view was.. so terrifying, yet so fantastic too.[/i] [i]When the Sun King came into our halls after our surrender, he looked upon the youthful form of terrible Lucius' son: he found himself looking at me. I felt so.. pathetic, compared to a giant of a man such as him. I was frail and young, only six, while he loomed over me, his beard like a golden mane, mixed with grey whiskers. He kneeled before me, pressing his ungloved hand against my paling cheek, and merely muttered.[/i] "[i][b]Be not fearful, child. I am here.[/b][/i]" --------------------------------- [i]Cain would wake up, afterwards, to a brief shaking. As if there was.. an earthquake.[/i]