Prologue:
A Simple Tale
Watching your first true love die is not heart breaking. It is rather time-stopping, an unbelievable force suffocating all things beautiful and once blissful, eternally fading, escaping memories. That was how I felt as I saw his magnificence come to an end. That was how I saw his blood paint the sky a crimson black, seeping through the soil, making the ground a deep velvet blanket for his body to rest. And for a moment, the bittersweet sun halted its movements; the thousands of soldiers surround me, their eyes widened in disbelief. A titan had fallen and my heart with him. Dawn became a dreadful thing of a day, for darkness was his ghost.
All great things must fall apart, I learned.
Within all thriving civilizations, they built their future for a downfall,
Within all powerful loves, one must cease loving tragically,
Within a demon and a human's contract, one must allow a poisonous ethereal to take them away.
But allow me to start from the beginning; before the great war, before I became the throne. Allow me to start by telling you a simple tale, when a young girl had loved a monster.