Thousand years ago, there was a land that was filled with darkness and despair; everything had been destroyed by the evil forces of the Kingdom of Cyclonia. The lands beared no colour of green, the trees had seen no leaves in a long time and the animals were dying from hunger and thirst. Many people had been wiped out by the Kingdom of Cyclonia and it was believed that no-one could oppose to their mighty powers, but then, upon came the five knights.

The five knights were all from different kingdoms who decided to finally join hands and take down the evil Kingdom and out an end to this madness.

The leader of the five knights raised his sword towards the skies, bringing the light of hope for all the survivors. The man roared, sending shivers down the spines of the evil forces.

But the ruler of the Kingdom of Cyclonia didn't give in to the power of the great knight and charged towards the man. The knight swung his sword towards the force of evil and…

A dark male forcefully slammed the book close with a loud grunt, making the boy, who sitting at the other side of the table, whimper pathetically. "Don't end it there! How does it continue!" He whined, standing up angrily.

"You know how it continues. You've heard it like… Five million times?" The older one grunt, dropping the book on the table and lazily raising up from his seat and heading towards the exit of the room. The younger boy growled, quickly going over to the book and taking it in his arms. He then ran after the older man, looking overly pissed.

"You have to read it 'till the end!" He whimpered, making the older one stop harshly and look at his annoying nephew in anger.

"The knight killed the lord of the evil and brought back the light in these lands. The lands were filled with green, the five knights separated and build each their own kingdoms and ours became the kingodm of Atmosia and so on, and so on…" He rolled his eyes and kept walking along the long hallway, the younger boy still following him with a displeased look on his face.

"Hmh. You're not fun at all."

"I never said I was."

Both of them walked along, neither saying a word. They walked towards the main hall of the castle, where their father sat, bored out of his skull as one of the villagers were whining about nothing and everything to him. The two stood behind the pillars at the left side of the room, from their father's direction.

"The bakery store is in a bad condition. I mean, really bad! Half of the roof is gone, probably wind took it, but we don't have any material to fix it, and—" The villager explained, the king sighing hopelessly at the complaining. The man kept going on and on, making the dark male at the pillars grunt in annoyment.

"Villagers… What scum." These words made the red-haired boy pout at him and hold onto the book a bit tighter.

"Vilagers are what make a Kingdom a Kingdom."

"Sure." He rolled his eyes. "Whatever you say."

Then, the king of the palace stood up, not looking very happy with the villager. "I understand your complaints and I will start working on it, once I get my soldiers back and will receive the needed items. Now thank you and farewell." He watched the man, while looking half angry and half tired. The man then bowed and stood up, quickly walking out of the castle.

The king took a deep breath and sat down on his seat, rubbing his forehead, feeling the stress build up once again. "It's always something…"

"Father!" The young boy ran towards the throne, holding onto the book with a big smile. The king looked over to him and gave him a small, but a very bright smile.

"Aerrow." He chuckled as the boy now stood in front of him. "Ah, the book again." He then noticed the older teen walk over to him, definitely not looking pleased. "You got to read it again, huh?"

"He didn't finish." Aerrow growled, giving the older one a tiny glare.

"You have memorized the whole damn story! Why should I read it to you?" He snarled, glaring back to the boy, the king now trying to calm them both down.

"Now, now, younglings. No fighting in the family." He stood up, placing a hand on his son's shoulder. "Ace, you go do something else and I read the story with Aerrow."

"Yeah, whatever." Ace rolled his eyes and bowed with a growl, before leaving the huge room in silence.

"Why's he always such a jerk?" The boy looked after the man, but didn't receive an answer from the man as he sat back down, patting his lap as in inviting the boy to sit down, which the boy did with pleasure.

"So, where did he end it?"

"Here…" Aerrow gave the book for the man, who eyed the story carefully.

"Alright." He nodded, suddenly clicking his fingers. "Oh yes! I almost forgot." He smiled brighter to the boy, who watched him curiously. "Guess who is going to visit us tomorrow?"

Aerrow smiled widely in joy. He knew exactly who he was going to meet. after all, his father asked the exactly same thing every time. "Finn and Jazz!" He chirped, his father nodding with a chuckle. "Oh, yes! It's been so long since I last saw them!" He jumped off the man's lap and swung his arms in front of his chest in excitement. "I should make them something nice!" He looked at his father, his eyes now sparkling like a pair of stars. "I'm going to think of something! Bye, father!" He then ran off before the man could say a word, the king just laughing quietly to himself.

"Such a child…" He smiled warmly to himself as he looked up to the ceiling that was very high above him. "I really wish he'll never lose that innocence." He closed the book and stood up, sighing deeply. "I have a very bad feeling about the future…"

"Aerrow, what in the world are you doing?"

"I'm making a gift for Finn and Jazz!"

"Alright, but what exactly is that?"

"Huh? Well…" The boy blinked as he sat on the floor, which was filled with lots of wood, different kind of paint and leaves. He had been really excited about making a gift that he really didn't think what he was going to make.

Now that he thought about it, he felt like a fool.

"It's an ornament." He answered. The boy that was standing in front of him, arms crossed and head tilting from side to side. "See, you can but it on a shelf or… A table… Or you can use it as a paperweight!"

The other one sighed. "You're always making weird things." He walked over to his bed that was almost right next to Aerrow's, falling down on it and sliding his hands under his head.

"Come on now, Radarr! It's going to be beautiful!" He cheered, smiling at his friend, who was staring the ceiling in silence, looking like his mind was occupied with something serious. "Radarr?" He stood up and walked over to his friend, watching him in concern. "What is it?"

"I don't know… Something in the air doesn't taste good…"

"You mean there's something wrong?"

"Well, yes…" The blue haired boy sat up, turning his gaze over the large window which was on the right side of the room from his view. "I feel like… There's something going to happen."

"Really?" Aerrow blinked, looking over the window as well, now heading over it and gazing up to the dark, star filled sky. "Now that you mention it… I've been feeling something nasty all day as well." He swallowed, narrowing his eyes. "What do you think it is?"

"I'm not sure…" Radarr sighed, running his fingers through his hair. "I'll try to find out more tomorrow when I'm back to myself."

"Oh, alright." The redhead looked at his friend, giving him a slight nod. "Good luck and please be careful, Radarr"

The blue haired boy chuckled, laying back down, instantly closing his eyes. "I will, don't worry." He yawned, crossing his legs and swinging his top leg gently. "You should go to sleep as well. Tomorrow is going be a long day."

"But… The gift…"

"Forget it. That silly human doesn't deserve one anyway." He grunted, making his friend laugh softly as he went to his own bed, throwing the blanked over his body.

"Why do you dislike Finn so much? He's a nice guy!"

"Nice guy? He always pulls my tail, messes up my fur and hides my food! If he ever stays here over the night. I swear…" He growled angrily, Aerrow shaking his head and rolling his eyes with a smile.

"You two are impossible." The young prince chuckled, taking a better position on his bed; he turned on his right side, now facing to Radarr's direction. He looked over to the blue-haired boy, who was staring Aerrow like a hawk. "…what?"

Radarr shook his head and kept staring. "It's nothing." He narrowed his eyes. "Just… I uh…" He swallowed, giving him a small smile. "Nice dreams, prince."

The green eyes started into the pair of yellow ones and for a second Aerrow thought about asking what was on his friend's mind, but he felt like he wasn't going to get an answer. "Radarr. Whatever bothers you, you can always tell me. We're best friends, aren't we?"

"Yes, prince."

"It's Aerrow." The prince pouted, Radarr only nodding with a smile as he slowly closed his eyes. Aerrow pulled to covers over his face, still pouting.

-What the heck… He always acts so mysterious and cool… He should just tell me what's bothering him, so I can help… Stupid Radarr…-

With that, both boys fell asleep, a bad feeling bothering their dreams for the whole night.

The night was getting stormy by every minute as the heavy rain rambled on the shoulders of a youngling, who was standing in the middle of the kingdom of Atmosia. She watched the sky from under his dark hood, letting the water drops, mixed up with the feeling of a heavy wind, touch her chin and lips.

"The taste of misery… Ah, I've waited for this so long…" When a big lighting exploded in the sky a wide, evil smile grew on her dark lips. "It's good to be alive and well again." She began to walk along the streets of Atmosia, watching the building in disgust and in pleasure at the same time. "It's annoying how these pathetic humans have build back everything I destroyed, but then again… If there was nothing to destroy, it would be no fun." She then stopped, looking over to her right side, eyeing the castle hungrily. It had been built on top of a rather low mountain, ten minutes away from the female's spot.

"Atmosia… I shall leave you for the dessert." She licked her lips, laughing quietly to herself. "You are all going to pay what you did to me!" She growled out loud, raising her fists up to the sky, another lighting striking as if answering to her call. "I will get my revenge!" She glared at the castle for one last time. "Aero." She breathed out as another lighting struck to where she was.

She vanished into thin air and not even a trace was left on the ground.

And the storm slowly began to clear out.