Prologue
Trapped… Blocking blow after blow that was being rained down upon him by his blood thirsty enemies was all he could think. Racing through his blood was the rage and confusion that fueled his quest that led him to this moment in time. Delivering counterblows for the attacks that were being thrown at him by his opponents, High Prince Musica showed off his acrobatic skill by evading and striking back with his sword. His sword, not unlike his way of fighting, was magnificent and elegantly detailed. The hilt was a mix of ebony leather and silver lining, across the pommel was the symbol for his house, same as the swirling design of roses on the cross guard. The blade itself was darksteel, forged by his own hands in the same fashion Excalibur was made, thus giving the sword an ample name of, Excalibur Duos. Having already taken down several of his enemies, their smoking corpses laying in ashes in his wake, after all these were the nightmares that dwelt on the tips of gypsy's tongues and streets of forgone cities. Vampires. Being faced with a coalition of covens that despised his own for the values he held, the graceful vampire prince was forced to make a difficult decision. Charging through the waves of enemies, he dashed from side to side and in between their ranks all the while fending off attacks with a flurry of his dark blade singing in the night. Before he realized it he was surrounded, truly trapped from any escape route he could find. Trying to make a last stand, he flipped over one vampire that came at him, kicking off its back, Musica launched the vampire into the ground cracking its skull and turning it too ash. Five more vampires jumped up to finish the work that their fallen comrade attempted and were met with five quick slashes of Excalibur Duos. Just as these five fell, twenty more rose up and try as he might the prince was overwhelmed and forced to his knees. Kicking his sword from his hand, his captors made him look up into his demise. With his eyes opened wide in disbelief at who was standing before him, he realized that he had been betrayed by one of his own knights. With a sneer on his face, the betrayer unsheathed his sword and brought it down upon his former leader…..