Crusader King
A light flashed, his ears went deaf, his mind blank, and everything was gone, everything he had worked for, simply ripped apart, his family, his life, his sister, all destroyed, never to be recovered.
Yet, he doesn't even know who did it, he has no idea.
Still, he loses even his very own race, his species, his wings, he loses his mind, he fractures many times over, and he is trapped.
Cades Kirgun does not know who did it, he does not know how they did it, and he does not care, he hates all that live, all that are okay, whether he acknowledges it himself or not, he does not care about anyone else, not anymore, or at least he won't very soon.
The great explorer, the silver kurakkan, the crusader king, the old man, the child of being, the greater pillars, legends unknown, stories to be told or forgotten, whatever might benefit.
Yet, throughout this story many truths became obvious to Cades who had lost everything, the first, no being is born equal to another, the second, better to sharpen the blade instead of fighting with a dull one.
Follow the journey unrestrained by morals, by sanity, follow the mind of someone who can't begin to follow their own traces anymore, follow the minds of a being fractured beyond recognition, follow the dead boy as he reclaims a twisted live he never wished for.