For he is my light, my heart and my knight; the master of time and a fighter to his birth-right.
Chapter 1
The dark glow of derse lowered as the night settled in - not that it made any difference. Derse; The Kingdom of Darkness. How ominously fateful that I, the Prince, preside here, consistently observing the works and wakes of the 'menseful', gloomy Eutopia. It provides such a different out-take to the islandised apartment my Bro foresight-ingly left for me. Though, It hasn't occurred to exactly how long I have been constitutive of two bodies.
Sometimes it's hard living a double life as an average, smutfun teenage boy by day and a praised Prince by night. Not that it sucks or anything, well, apart from the fact that the Batterwitch suspires for my death and that I have to keep a my presence undetected on derse but I guess sometimes you just can't have the Best of Both Worlds. And today was seemingly no different. I awoke to my daily routine of a strife session with Cal, drew some delirious artwork, made some sick beats and updated my blog with these fresh tracks then - oh for heaven's sake what the shit is that?! You realised you were zoning out in your dream state and some dribbly shit has managed to hit the fan; time to make amends.
Over on the far side of Derse, where the moon is chained to the land seems to be some temporal damage, as if someone has or had slit the throat of time and stitched it to various other parts of it. In the hazy sight was a vivid illumination of what seemed to be the alternate past, present and future. In it you see one of the most sugoi dudes to have been seen and along side him there seemed to be a lil bird-sprite-man in aviators. It crumbles away and fades to another alternate time where you see a lil' dude in black aviators again crying over the sugoi dude. The vision then fades to what seemingly views as not an alternate possibility, but a memory. A Dream Bubble - of course.
