4.16He become great and gained the tittle " Prince of Combat" through his excellent upbringing and family background... She was an orphaned taken in reluctantly and achieve top ranks through her sheer perseverance only to be dragged down by her bias Master... The first time they meet, they dueled. He was fascinated by her cold and merciless fighting techniques... She scorned him for his excellent techniques that can only learned from the elites which cost millions of dollars to even glimpse... The moment her knife left a cut on his face sealed their fate to be together.
A storm sealed their fate. Call it destiny, or simply a bloody curse. Now bound, a young healer and a slave boy find themselves captured on the mainland by the King of the Dark Coniferous, only to be dragged into some sacrificial ritual meant to bring something back. Something dangerous. There's an evil dwelling in the heart of Stone Henge, the burial grounds for the late Royal Families of Venijnig, waiting to be called home. Known only for the color of his blood and treasons, yet hardly a myth, they call him the uncrowned prince, the butcherer of women, an abomination. He was a prince once, the youngest son of the late Venijnig King Theseus, before his appetite for power grew so great, even his own trembled at the mention of his name. For the slave boy, it's the very name that haunts his nightmares even when awake, but for the young healer, she has no idea how deep such a nightmare can go.
"I think we're all born with a darkness inside of us. But it's not the darkness that's wrong or evil as most would think. I'm not even sure you could call it good either. It just exists as you exist, always with you your whole life from the moment you are born to the very last second you die. It's like a shadow never to part with you even in death I do believe. I think whatever makes it good or bad depends on our actions, for that darkness is a part of us that makes us whole. Or what tears us apart in the end. There's this place between consciousness and dreaming. You could call it a void, but it's not exactly empty. It's more like an echo full of echoes, a collection of memories, even nightmares. I don't know how else to describe it, but the longer I am here the less I feel like I'm dreaming. And the longer I am here, the more I can feel that shadow becoming more than just a thought inside my head."