Prologue: Unknown Secrets

At dusk, the sunset shone on the east side of Leafbud City, on an ominous wood. The clouds were dyed with a beautiful orange hue by the sunset. Unfortunately, for the people running for their lives, they were in no mood of viewing this beautiful and magnificent scene.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Shadows of two men flashed through the ghastly forest, making it looks even creepier. Two men wearing cloaks fled in the wood, one of them was tall and thin while the other short and chunky.

"Damn it! I can't believe I missed!" Running for his life, the tall one cursed under his breath.

"That's the Sun Knight for you. Anyways, let's find a place to rest and recuperate, it's getting dark." The other suggested.

Time fled quickly as they kept running, soon night came. They stopped, trying to catch their breath. Suddenly, something light up in the middle of the forest. They exchanged looks, slowly and carefully, they quietly crept up to the light source. It was a small wooden cottage. They nodded to each other and pulled out their swords, and with great caution, they pushed open the door.

It was very warm and cozy inside the cottage, the fire crackled in the fireplace of the living room. A rocking chair was placed in front of the fireplace, someone was sitting on the chair. The two men smirked, and started to close in on the person with swords in their hands.

"Tsk. Tsk. Such naughty mouses." The person sitting on the chair said as he stood up with grace.

The two men grasped their swords, alerted by his sudden movement. Before them, was a man with long black hair which hangs down loosely to his waist with a hint of elegance but dangerous ominous feeling. He had a silver white mask covering half of his face, but even though they were covered by the mask, one can still see his black eyes, which were as beautiful as the starry night.

Majestic, beautiful, elegant, powerful, none of these are worthy of describing this man. The two men who were still holding their swords, stood there, dumbfounded. This man is too powerful, it was hard for them to withdrew their eyes from him. And then, something snapped them back to reality, they shook their heads slowly as if trying to stay awake.

"Who are you?" They asked, eyes locked on the man in front of them.

"Isn't that suppose to be my question? You are the ones who rudely intrude my house." He sighed with grace, exasperated. A smile appeared on his face, undisturbed by the swords aiming at him.

"But, oh well..." He tilted his head slightly and continued. "I think I will introduce myself first." With a cold smirk, he raised his hand and took off his mask as his handsome face was revealed.

The two men widened their eyes in shock, horror flashed in their eyes. Their hands shivered in fear. "Impossible! You...you are...!"

"Such a coincidence, didn't we just met a few hours ago?" The black-haired man smiled innocently as he walked toward the two men with elegance. "You know what? I will never ever show mercy to those who tried to kill me."

Suddenly, the fire went out, as if Cinderella's midnight spell befall on the dark night, the once warm and cozy cottage returned to its original form-a deserted, gloomy wooden cottage.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" A bloodcurdling scream echoed through the forest and then suddenly cut off.

As the silver moon shone onto the night, the black cloud dissipated, leaving a place for the moon to shine. A man with silver hair long enough to touch his shoulders leaned on the doorway. "It's a waste of time to create an illusion just to lure two stupid humans." He said, voice devoid of emotions.

The black-haired man waved his hand lazily as he watched the two corpses on the floor burned in the flames of hell with a bored express on his face. "I'll be bored to death if I keep looking at the official documents even though it's suppose to be my work, I must find something that will amuse me. It will be a pity if I didn't enjoy myself to the fullest by playing with those fools. And you can't deny the fact that you are also watching the whole scene with great interest."

"Humph. Then, have you finished your work yet? Demon King."

"We will discuss this question once we return to the palace."

"So irresponsible. Silent Eagle is going to cry."

"Then let him cry, I am quite curious to see what his crying face looks like. His facial muscle will also have some time to exercise otherwise he is always expressionless." He shrugged nonchalantly and put on his mask.

"Shall we go now?" He smiled slightly.

"Of course."

The night, has a lot of dark secrets concealed in it.