Rain poured down upon my log cabin as I sat in front of a fireplace, eating my dinner. Life was peaceful these past 17 years, alone, kicked from my homeland. No parents, or rather I didn't know my parents, no other life form, and travelling frequently to find trouble.
Who am I? My name is Kenta. I'm a descendant of the Phantom, one of the supposed Legends that sealed away Hiiro. I reigned from Empyrean, but was forced out when I was accused of trying to kill my own Mother….not that I knew her or anything. 5 years ago, I fought in a Great Battle, alongside Bran: the swordsman, Lilena: the Danmaku, Miki: the Enchanter, and Mysthart: the Imperian. Hiiro's supposed army fought us to try and get the Key Stone, which undoes the seal on him. The battle was won, but victory was short. After the battle, a "deity" came upon us and knocked us all back into a wall….or so we had thought. Instead, we were momentarily paralyzed due to the spikes that our spine rammed into, and were spread across the world. Now, I have no idea where they all are.
"But it doesn't matter to me…," I whispered to myself. "I can finally enjoy the life I've been wanting: in solitude." But even solitude was an understatement. As I finished my dinner, a huge uproar bellowed in my ear. I rushed outside to find the whole forest on fire. Quickly, I grabbed all my things, and rushed out of the forest, trying to find the next town to raid. But the smoke from the fire was blinding my vision, and I was suffocating. I tripped and fell down, sweating and paralyzed.
"Gah…damn it. Is this it? Am I going to die….here and now?" I asked myself.
"No, Kenta," a mysterious voice boomed. "But I am going to make you suffer!" Looking up, I saw a hooded man, wearing all black, reaching out for my throat. He slammed me back into a burning tree, and my clothes caught fire. "Suffer, Kenta. I might have not killed you back then, but I'm killing you now! Remember my name! I am Fr-." He was cut short by….something. By now, my vision had completely screwed up, and all I could make out were blurs. As I slipped into a state of unconsciousness, my body fell down, and a female voice cried out, "Kenta? Kenta! Wake up, Kenta!"
"Who are you…?" I didn't get an answer. I could hear her saying something, but I couldn't make it out. My mind went blank, and I was knocked out.
