14 years ago …..

This story begins with the birth of the most beautiful and powerful Princess of Atleana. Though most of their people were Caucasian like, our dear princess was a fair child. Her mother sadly passed away in childbirth while her father was too busy preventing the court from revolting. In finality, the King overcome by Great Depression appointed the youngest guard to his beloved child. Being a child himself of merely five, this child was vigilant and efficient. His sword could cut through the blades of God. He became the little princess's Knight of Darkness.

That night a storm raged in dear old England. The charming boy of the family of Wisconsin received piles of gifts. Mind you it was not his birthday but rather this older brother's. The young child though had quite a wonderful mind. At the mere age of four he was able to build up the most effective and conquering strategies of war. As he sat alone in a corner of the house he wondered if this year would be any different from his previous ones. But as a matter of fact it was. Today, as the celebrations ended and all were asleep his young eyes woke to a new land. Surrounded by war he ran to where he deemed safe. He had no desire to run to safety. All he wanted was for the one someone to be safe. As he approached the room of the little princess he was already set to protect her. When the King shouted his final order he took the young lady in his arms and fled. Fled across the terrains of Atleana to the woods, where he hid her with a trusted aide. A last look towards her was all he could spare for as the sun rose onto the now blooded land, our Knight vanished. Vanished and take back to his home. Once and for all being called the Knight of the Dark.

Present day: Atleana, Year 1556, 23:30

"Princess, please be careful. We are here to find aid and not to lose our lives.", the Knight stated as he looked at the little princess trying to walk over an uprooted tree. As he kept guard he noticed how the little princess was not little anymore. She had grown to be a fine lady. She known to be as powerful as the legends made her out to be, but only her Knight knew how childish and carefree she was. All he wanted was for her to remain this innocent till the ends of time. A wish the probably should never have been made, for such wishes are just words that have never been brought to life.

"I am the Princess", the Princess giggled as she sang and yet again made a failed attempt to walk on the tree. All the Knight could do was shake his head and smile.

"You're smiling aren't you?", the young Lady pouted. This Knight raised his left eyebrow impressed that she could understand him without a word said. His smile grew as he walked forward grabbing her hand gently and helping her cross the tree. For one thing was sure she was as stubborn as him in dealing with her tasks.

Once the task had been completed the young Lady smiled and looked up at her Knight. She always wondered who he was, for he wore a cape and a mask at all times. She always let it go for she did not feel the need to see his face. She trusted him the most. To the degree that he was the only one to know her true birth name and rights. She had wanted to bury the past but knew she would have to face it eventually and at that time she had the confidence of having such an eloquent and protective Knight by her side.

Catching her stare the Knight frowned and asked, "Is there a problem, Princess?" The little Princess snapped out of her thoughts and realised that she had been staring. She shook her head and looked up at her Knight. "No nothing. Just lost in thought."

"Not exactly a safe place to lose one's mind."

In the quiet night the Princess felt tiredness catching up to her. As she decided to take a quick rest the snap of a twig was heard. Her Knight immediately stood protectively in front of her, caging her between himself and his glaive. The Princess places her hand on his shoulder blades and waited for the action to take place. It was just yesterday that they had fought beasts of the Nether Realm.

They waited in patience but never losing their attentiveness. At that moment from the shadows stepped out another knight. He was young and had a battle scar across his right eye. On setting his sight on the young Princess he let go of his sword and bowed immediately. "Your Highness. I,