Evolus Shiftern makes his way down the dark and dingy corridor toward his chambers. The gothic pillars at the edges of the room are in a pristine state. The shiny black pillars glimmer in the candle lights. Their smooth surface would make you question the health of the caretakers.

Evolus Shiftern entered his chamber, the new white exterior would hurt your eyes as if the sun was shining on them.

The king made his way over to the wardrobe tucked in the corner of the room. Its brass nobs and golden trim made the wardrobe's elegant wood look even more benevolent.

As the king opens the door to the wardrobe, he is met with a long row of cloaks that he would have to choose from. Each had a hard trim at the end of the cloak with tiny engravings of magical symbols. Evolus Shiftern grabs the reddish cloak with white trimming at the bottom. The calor surrounded the king's head like a vampirish cloak.

***

"Let this be a day of remembrance," Evolus Shiftern said.

The 13 kings said at a round table, Each color of their robes contrasted with the maple wood-made table.

"For the past century, we have been at war with each other and at each other's throats, but we should come together and make this land-"

"You want us to work together? That's a foolish idea! We have been in a constant state of war ever since we bathed in the fountain of life. We have been alive since the Trihold period." The 7th King, Garfield Indetch said.

"Why don't we use our power to bring peace to the world?" The 13th, Evolus Shiftern said.

All the kings stood, their voices filled the room like a pack of Hyenas. The wine they would sip was dark and cryptic. The youth of the spring flowed through them and slowly faded.

Stitchh!

The sound of a match halted their offense. A stack of dynamite was sitting in the corner of the room trails of gasoline surrounded their chairs. Standing above the gasoline, a 1st district spy. They had an insignia of a white dragon on the front of their cloak.

"For the White Dragon!"

The spy dropped the match. The flam dwindling, but not out yet. The stick of the match divided with the yellowish brown become a dark charcoal color.

Fwoosh!

The ring of fire surrounded the kings, the smoke filling their lungs. The flame getting closer and closer to the dynamite.

Boom!