Narrator:
Despite the banquet held inside the enormous hall of the castle, it did not excite a sweet young prince stood under the setting sun. Locked away inside his room, leaning against the balcony, completely blocking himself from the revelry. However, his interest was that of a boy lived a long way from the capital. He smiled, his eyes filled with mirth as he watched, silently, as the boy prepared a food to his small dining table, a meal shared with strange creatures as his company.
"Young prince, the banquet is starting and everyone is looking for you. If you could please join them." The young prince huffed loudly. His gaze bore of that interesting boy he just met in the capital.
"Taya, I believe Edward is having a good time with the princess of Flaire Kingdom. I don't bother with parties as much when my attention avert to my interests."
"Are you seeing something young prince?" Taya scoffed. "You are being rude young prince." The prince cut his sight of the boy. "I'm sorry, Taya." The young prince walked over to the table and poured himself tea. "Let me young prince."
"Don't bother, and stop calling me young prince Taya." The prince sat, looking over to a chestnut haired girl plaited to her back.
"Yes, prince Hero." The prince groaned.
"Just Hero. Besides, I can make myself join the party by seeing them from this far." Indeed, the young prince had the sight from when he was a child. He could see from as far as his sight could reach. A gift from the heavens but has yet served its purpose. "But I met this interesting boy from the bookstore. I don't intend to be rude by my surreptitious seeing, and he has these creatures with him in his house."
"From Mirth Town, I suppose," said Taya.
The prince nodded. "Yes."
"But the banquet prince Hero," Taya insisted.
The prince stood, startling Taya. "Edward is coming." Hero walked inside his enormous bedroom. The walls were covered with a touch of wooden hues, with white furniture to compliment the color. A four-poster bed lied in the center of the room. There also hung a portrait on one of the wall, a gift from when the prince hadn't been born, hung there from a hundred year for the Ozuki family. Beside the balcony, there also stood a taste of music embodied inside Hero.
The door opened and Edward walked in proudly in his magenta suit with the princess of Flaire clinging on to him. He had this smug look on his face and devilish glint in his eyes that suggest nothing but dirty purposes. His steps echoing like a lone sad tone.
"You haven't changed. What about a knock before you barge into my room?" said the prince.
"No bother, I know you know I'm coming, so why the hassle? Besides, I only came here because I'm wondering why my brother isn't in the banquet," he said lazily, snaking an arm around the princess's waist that made the latter giggle.
"Still rude."
Edward snickered. "Things I would've give to have that kind of ability," he said coolly. "By the way, princess Sherry of Flaire Kingdom." The princess curtsied. "Nice to meet the brother of Edward, prince Hero," she said.
The prince gave her a bow. "I too princess Sherry of Flaire Kingdom."
The princess's gaze fell upon the portrait hung to the wall. Amazed by its appearance, the princess walked slowly towards it. "What interesting painting," mumbled the princess.
"It dates back from the Ozuki family hundred years ago. A gift from someone important to the family, and since then, been passed down to the owner of this room," the prince said.
The princess smiled, "Intriguing."
Edward groaned and looked disgusted. "Oh, come on, the party's more interesting than that painting." He reclaimed the princess's waist and ushered her out of the room. "So long, sucker."
"Prince Hero, what painting is that?" Taya moved closer to where the prince stood. The prince shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know." Because none of the family passed down what it signifies, and it remain hidden inside the shadows.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the island, some unbeknownst actions surges in the Lost Town. A certain lawbreakers docked their ship on the shore, clearly with killing intent. The town uproar with fights and battles, blood spattering everywhere. The once ruined town, now ruled with its new ruler, sat his thrown on top of the piles of bodies, laughing maniacally as the townspeople bowed their heads to their new king.