It was a sunny day in the outskirts of Veil. Bordering next to Mistand, in an abandoned piece of land, a small house stood. In the wide space of fresh grass, far away from any civilisation, the little wooden house, moody and bleak, contrasted the free landscape.
Confined within the suffocating walls, trapped like a mouse, religiously muttering, a slender, hollow, with remnants of short-lasting beauty, woman told tales of a great and long lost tragedy.
"Do you hear? Do you? You need to make us proud! The blood of the Immortal King runs through your veins. You're the chosen one. The one who'll reign above everything! The world needs to know! So, don't disgrace us!" wide, frantic and crazed eyes burnt holes into a small, emotionless boy who retained the beauty the woman once had. Her frail hands had unusual force, her fingers dug into the flesh of the boy and left bloody marks behind.
"Answer me! Do you understand, Min?"
