Gwyddyn sat in the throne room of Cyclonia, playing with a plastic energy blade. He was four years old and already knew exactly what he wanted to do when he was older. He wanted to be a sky knight. The blade he was playing with was an exact model of Aerrow of the Storm Hawks' blade. Aerrow was Gwyddyn's favourite sky knight. He wanted to be just like Aerrow. Except he knew that wasn't possible, not when you're master Cyclonis' little brother.
Master Cyclonis was sixteen when Gwyddyn was four. She was already ruler of Cyclonia, and Gwyddyn had only known his mother for a short time before Master Cyclonis took over. Cyclonis got landed with Gwyddyn to look after when this happened. Gwyddyn didn't like his sister. He thought she was mean and spiteful, and only cared about herself, and maybe the Dark Ace. He hated Dark Ace too. In fact, he didn't know anybody that he did actually like; living in Cyclonia and being the little brother to it's ruler wasn't great for making friends.
Gwyddyn tugged at Cyclonis' cloak as she was busy with her newest creation. "Laa-aaark!! Will you play sky knights with me?"
"Don't call me Lark."
"Alright, Cycloni-is! Will you play Sky knights with me?" He then prodded her with his plastic blade.
"OW! NO."
"Why?"
"Because I have more important things to do."
"Why?"
"Because I do. Go away."
"Why?"
"Shut up."
"Why?"
"Shut up!"
"Why?"
"SHUT UP!" Master Cyclonis turned sharply and glared hard at Gwyddyn. "Don't you have anyone else to bother?" She said.
"No."
Master Cyclonis sighed. Leaving her work and storming off. Gwyddyn stood still for a while, examining the huge metal contraption Master Cyclonis had made, wired with all sorts of crystals. There was a large red button, right by his head. There was a label next to it. 'Gwyddyn, DO NOT TOUCH THIS BUTTON.' Gwyddyn couldn't read, so, since he could no longer resist the temptation to press that shiny red button, he grinned and pushed it down with the palm of his hand. Suddenly, alarms rang all through Cyclonia, signalling he had indeed pressed the button.
Master Cyclonis ran into the throne room, armed with her staff and a crystal as black as midnight atop it. She was incredibly angry, and in her rage, she examined the crystal on her staff, then looked at Gwyddyn, grinning evilly. She grabbed her staff with both hands, and pointed it at Gwyddyn's eye. He didn't realise what was going on, but realised that whatever was going on, it wasn't good. Master Cyclonis cackled and fired a black bolt of energy at Gwyddyn, that sent him flying back about 5 metres, then he fell to the floor. He turned around and tried not to cry as his eye bled and glowed with an eerie black light. He turned away again and cried, his eye stung and his vision blurred, all he could see was a black/grey haze., but he could hear Master Cyclonis laughing behind him…