As the king spoke, an expression of melancholy took over him. Memories started to flash by as he reminisced about those old times. Although it had been thousands of years, he still remembered the time when he was a young man full of spirit.
He still remembered that when he first left the temple and its protection, there was a time when he had lost it all. He remembered staggering in some alley, all beaten up while all his belongings had been taken away by those ruthless gang members.
It was a time when technology wasn't much advanced and the most advanced thing of that time were brick houses and chimneys that provided warmth and solace but he had none.
It was also then that he met the person who changed everything. With a hooded cloak over his head, the man had a mysterious vibe around him.
