With both hands sent to his back, this handsome prince walked out of the hall. He now understood the cause of the sudden call by his father.
The door of the hall was shut and locked as he left the hall. He had been the last person to leave the hall and with regal steps, he decided to head back to his room.
'Were they true?'
'Did they actually kill his mother?'
'What made them kill her'
This prince pondered on and on as he went on with his steps. He used to think that his mother ran away from him because she never loved him. He could clearly remember that day. That day was ever fresh within his memory. That day was the day he received an eternal scar on his heart.
He could remember the tears of sheer pain he shed 120 yrs ago as he tirelessly searched for his mother. His little body paving way within the bustling castle as he passed lots of Demons preparing for the ongoing war that they had.
"Mother!!"
