Sekeris was just seven years old, but even then he knew just how much of a responsibility he had to his people. This new world was weird, and for their race to survive, he had to remain alive. But he wasn't so sure how he could do that. The monsters, creatures of a similar bloodlines as theirs didn't care that they had come forth with the choice to rule them, to serve a greater master and a greater purpose. But instead they had chased after them, with brutality the likes of which he had never seen, the young prince of the BOA empire had to watch his people get slaughtered, one after the other, just so he could have a chance to survive and continue the bible line. Because in the end nothing mattered.