He waited for them to return, but nobody came… Word spread around that they were killed in battle by Corrin's army… but nobody knew. He had faith in them that they would return, but rather sidetracked. Days turned to weeks and they never came back. He was waiting for that one assignment that would allow him to head to the spots where they battled, and he got that chance. The first stop was just a few miles from the castle, where the only thing that was there was a familiar white face mask shaped like an ancient dragon lied. He only thought that the samurai had misplaced it, so he picked it up and moved onwards a few miles. Vallite blood stained the walls as he headed deeper in the castle to only find a sun tiara soaked in blood. Despite being only 11, he knew what exactly went on, someone smashed her head in with an axe. His doubts of them being alive skyrocketed, as the mask he had found earlier had burn marks and sword scratches in it. He picked up the soaked tiara and put it inside his bag with the mask and moved on, hoping at least one of them still lived. Night fell by the time he arrived at the third spot outside of the castle where a torn head feather had lied. At that point, he knew they weren't coming back. Corrin's army slaughtered some of the only people who had cared for him, the others died protecting him. He picked up the head feather gently and started to cry. He wanted to go back to the times where he was a young child with both of his parents alive and his best friend at his side. He could definitely confirm these rumors of them being dead. The brunette took out the locket he kept around his neck and stared at the pictures in it, being the last remaining things of his past. How could he go back in this state, he'd be beat for showing weakness. He had to remain strong, for his own survival. All he could hear was the howling wind and his own sobs, and not another person warping in. The hooded person put his hand on the boy's shoulder as he sobbed. When the boy felt it, he turned around and hugged the hooded man.
"Shh… It'll be ok… They'll pay for this…" The hooded man said softly as he stroked the boy's slightly longer than average hair.
"They'll know what it feels like to have their hearts torn out one by one, and I don't mean emotionally. I'll kill them all one by one, and if Ariel is in that army, I'll make sure that she becomes my queen.." The boy said, bitterly and a bit murderously. "They'll all pay…They're sure to die by my hands. Everyone last one of them will have a bad time by my hands… I'll make sure of it…"