Disclaimer: I am not liable for anything the characters may or may not do in this story. I do not own Okage Shadow King either. I have the game but nothing more. All the credit goes to the people who created this game. (If only I could remember who did). If I did own this game though I would be a very wealthy person. ^^

Evil King

Tara yawned as she curled up in a ball against her bed frame, watching the raindrops endlessly fall against the cement outside. She watched her clock as it ticked to its own timing. She could swear this whole house was full of antiques, from the clocks that had begun ticking ever since the Stone Age to all the beds in the house that threatened to collapse every time you sat on them. Her father and mother had bought this rusty mansion from the 1800's just a week ago and the plans obviously proceeded into moving right away. Tara could only watch miserably as all of the stuff was moved out. The old owner had even thrown in all this useful furniture as her Mother had declared.

The clock pounded holes into her brain as the rain followed. It was hard enough having to be in a new house, let alone having to deal with this dreadful ticking and pattering. Tara carefully got off of the bed and walked across her room, the floors creaking with every step. She stopped to examine a priceless purple bottle; upon the top was a cork. Tara picked up the bottle carefully and looked closely at the cork that kept it closed. The bottle to Tara's attentive eye was shaking. She quickly placed the bottle back in place and wiped her hands off on her blue jeans. To Tara's surprise the bottle didn't even look like it had moved in those brief seconds in comparison to the eerie pause of being placed back onto the table.

She figured it was just her own overactive imagination that was the problem and turned her back on the bottle. Downstairs she could hear a loud thump and the sound of her Father yelling.

"Ouch!" Was what the voice had echoed through the whole house. Tara shook her head as she smirked and with that bounded down the stairs.

Her Father was inevitably pushing their huge, brown couch across the floor, inches at a time. Tara laughed as she ran down the stairs and placed her hand against the wall. "Do you want help Dad?"

Her father turned her head to look at her 17-year-old daughter and replied, "It's ok. I just need to move it into the Living Room." He motioned his head over to the far corner of the room.

Tara laughed and walked to the couch, placing her firm hands on it. "I'll help."

With Tara's help the couch was successfully placed into the corner of the room. Looking awkward with the bunch of artifacts surrounding it. Which brought to the teenager remembering about the odd bottle that was on her table.

"Hey Dad?" Asked the girl, fingering the dirty table in the center of the Living Room.

"Yes?"

"Who used to live here?" She asked cautiously, hoping that her father's answer would be positive.

He jerked his head up and seemed to be thinking as he answered, "Well.. I believe a Scientist and his son used to live in this mansion. For some weird reason that we heard of they didn't bring much of their furniture with them when they sold this mansion to us." He paused. "He did say something about a curse."

Tara locked her attention on her Father as she persuaded, "What about it?"

"Something about that ghosts were raiding this town because of a strange curse on this home. But there hasn't seemed to be anything wrong this house. And me and your Mother got it at a really good deal-" Tara's Father babbled on about how they found the mansion in the first place.

Tara was quite distant as she sat down on the couch, pretending to be listening to her Dad's speech. It was true that there have been ghosts that took on the forms of monsters that terrorized the western world. Her family was lucky enough to not have had any encounters with these creatures. Many of her friends though had claimed to see one when they went on their night walks. But now that they had moved so far away from what Tara called home she couldn't talk to them anymore.

She eyed the sword hanging against the wall. Its reflection showed her Mother, cooking dinner. Tara was suddenly aware that everything in this house could possibly be apart of the curse that this Scientist and his son had run away from. She suddenly felt an uncontrollable urge to touch the sword that hanged on the wall that threatened her very superstitions.

"Did you get that Tara?" Asked her Father, looking quite peculiarly at his daughter. He followed her gaze to the sword on the wall and sat down next to Tara. "Nothing is going to happen to you. Its just superstition."

Tara shook her head to herself and stood up, saying, "It's ok Dad. I'm fine." She tried to find some excuse to leave the room as she began. "Wow Mom's cooking sure smells good. I better go see what she is doing." The girl stood up and inched towards the door.

"Ok." Nodded Tara's Father unaware of what she was trying to do.

"Hey honey." Greeted Tara's Mother as she turned to see her daughter. "How are you doing about getting used to the house?"

The teenager tried to place a smile on her face as she said, "It's great Mom."

"I'm so glad you like it!" Squealed the Mother as she turned back to the food. "I was wondering if you could get some food at the Market for me? It's just across the street."

We just moved in and she already wants me to go to the Market, thought Tara bitterly. She sighed, defeated, "Ok, what do you need?"

After obtaining the list of groceries that she needed to get Tara was forced to head to the Market. She kicked several pebbles as she sourly proceeded to the Market Place. Tara found no problem finding the place or the groceries as she collected the right food.

"Excuse me?" Asked an old lady as she poked Tara gingerly on the shoulder.

The girl turned around as she asked, "Yes?"

"I just wanted to welcome you to the Town sweetheart." Explained the lady. "I'm the Mayor's Wife of good ol' Tenel." She motioned to the sign in the front of the town, which respectively read Tenel.

Tara nodded and replied, "Thank you. But there is no need to-"

"But there is!" Cried out the Mayor's Wife. "We haven't had someone move in for quite some time now. Because of the well- You know."

"What do I know?" Asked the teenager skeptically as she placed her hands on her hips and raised her eyebrows.

The Mayor's Wife squinted her eyes and opened them again, "You really don't know? Or do you not believe in ghosts?"

Why didn't I see this coming? Thought the girl as she responded, "My parents tell me strongly that there is nothing to be afraid of."

The old lady wiped her hand, as if dismissing the comment and rolled her eyes. She placed her hand on her hip to keep her balance as she said, "I can't tell you that I believe in that. Because I've seen them!" She emphasized each word, her voice almost sounding alarmed. "Each side of me! Tons of them! And the ones that rule over them are called Evil Kings! Controllers of the night, and masters of the day."

"I think I should be going home." Replied the teenager, trying to dodge the lady as she maneuvered around her. She took quick steps as she proceeded to pay for the food. After swiftly purchasing the food she walked out of the Market, half expecting that the lady would come from in back of her.

Instead a young man her age came up to her, catching her by surprise, "Hello, I haven't seen you anywhere."

Tara jumped back in alert when she heard the voice but looked over the boy. The young man was about 19 in age and had brown shaggy hair; his eyes were a dark brown and had a great complexion about him. She shook her head as she apologized, "Sorry, I thought you were that old lady."

The man looked strangely at the girl as he said, "You mean the Mayor's Wife?" He paused. "She's crazy."

"Telling me something about the ghosts around here and about Evil Kings." Explained the teenager, getting caught up with talking to the man.

He nodded and said, "There are. Don't run away from me though. It's true there are, and there's one that lives in the cellar of the Bar my Father works at." The man added, "Makes a lot of noise, it does."

Tara looked at the man skeptically and asked slowly, "What's your name?"

"My name is Edward." Replied the man, bowing deeply, "And you must be Tara if news is correct."

"Does news travel quick around here or something?" Asked the girl, apprehensive about the whole thing.

"That's right." Replied Edward.

"That explains the welcoming committee."

"They're just excited that someone new is here is all. You get used to them after a while." Snickered the boy. He paused as he asked. "So you're the people that moved into the mansion?"

"Is that bad?" Asked the teenager.

Edward shrugged and started walking her towards the mansion. He stuffed his hand into his pocket as he said, "It could be. Or not. Depends on if you are the lead Scientist of Ghost Studies."

"So that's who used to live there." Mumbled Tara to herself as she strolled with Edward and all the people seemed to disappear.

"Yeah, him and his son Fredrick the 3rd." He continued, "They were decent people but whenever I saw Fredrick he seemed sketchy."

"About what?"

"Well, we never figured out." Answered Edward darkly, "Once I saw him in his backyard but something was- different. His shadow seemed to be enveloping him. And the next day they moved out." He turned over the girl and looked at the expression on her face.

Tara tried to keep her composure as she calmly said, "Well nothing bad happened to me yet. I'm still in one piece." She paused and decided to ask. "Do you think that my house is cursed?" Her grip on her groceries tightened as she asked the question.

Edward looked away from the girl for a slight moment, his brown hair blowing in the breeze. He sighed as he looked up at the girl's house. The mansion was huge and the paint was a faded color of black. The roof looked like it had a couple of holes and the tiles looked like they were going to fall. There was a gate looming in the front of the stairs that led to the doorway. The gate creaked in the wind as it blew open almost automatically to the two teenagers. Edward looked at the girl as he responded, "I do have my doubts."

The girl rolled her eyes as she walked up the stairs and looked down at the boy, "Thanks for walking me home."

He smiled as he shrugged, "No problem. Just come visit me at the Bar if you want to talk sometime."

Tara nodded and opened the door to her house. She carefully dumped the contents of the bags onto the table and picked up a bag of chips. Opening the chips she looked around the Kitchen for her Mother, who was still at the Stove.

"Hello honey, did you meet any interesting people in town?" She asked as she worked busily at the stove.

"You could say that." Replied Tara, "Hey, I'm going to go upstairs. Ok?"

Her mother whistled to herself happily as Tara walked back up the stairs in search in one thing in particular. Tara opened her door abruptly as she slammed it in back of her, swiping the bottle from on top of the table and sitting on her bed. The purple bottle sat across from her, its dark aurora practically seeping from the bottle. She stared at the bottle curiously as she picked it up.

In one swift move she managed to pull the cork off of the top and unleash the greatest evil king in the world.

A/N

Hoped you like it! I am going to be working on Chapter 2 a little bit more as well! I just wanted to get the Introuductions out of the way to make way for the teenage action! Stay tuned and meet the Evil Kind Stan! Please review as well! ^^