The kingdom had fallen. The sickness wiped many of the occupants away, still a bunchalive and well. That changed as the bomb dropped. Everything was bright as the explosion ripped through houses like paper. People rushed to shelter, only a few
became vacant. Houses became broken. The castle sat above the rest, it was being rebuilt, the king in a great depression. He had lost his son andthe queen. His son was the last hope of the new era, but he was gone. Life had become difficult
to the few familiesstill alive. They had to wear gas masks for a few years till the grass wouldn't grow, animals wouldn't produce any good products. People grew thin, their clothes grew dirty and ripped.
"No one panic," the king would call out, "Everything will be alright eventually! Do not give up hope now!"
His words never helped. The population did begin to grow slowly and the new comers brought things that would grow in the rough soil. Animals soon came as well. They weren't like anything that had been seen before. The boars had huge teeth, their nosespointed.
Their tails were like wolves', their bodies long and plump.
Through all of the wonderful things happening, the prince was still lost. The queen was found dead but the prince was never seen. The prince would of been 19 and every year, the king sent out troops to look for him, to bring him back to the castle. Theydidn't
realize how close the prince was though. No one knew how close he was.
They didn't notice the one who wore a different mask. No one needed a mask anymore, yet he still wore it. It wasn't a gas mask either. It was a plague doctor's mask. He wore normal clothes though with only this left arm missing. It seemed to be blown
off by something, dried blood staining his skin around it. The mask didn't cover the back of his head, his black hair twisting around the strap of it.