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Hamel...look...look at what it has become...
The broken down, crushed prince crawls desperately across the cracked ground.
Bodies everywhere, rocks scattered around in a mess. Buildings tumbling and breaking down. Broken-off pieces of the Prince's armour lying on the floor. The White Wolf closes his eyes...and wishes that this is all a nightmare...but its not. This is reality.
The Prince doesn't blame his Father for this; he understands the White Colossus' actions. It wasn't his Father spreading chaos among this kingdom...it was the demons. They had taken his Father over. The White Colossus' mind was no longer in control. He was now a puppet to the demons, a puppet they would use to bring Elrios to its knees. The White Wolf understood his...he had tried to change that fact...he tried to bring his Father's mind back...
Keh...what a foolish goal...
However the White Colossus could not recognize his son. The Prince failed at bringing his father's emotions back. The demons controlling his father convinced him the his son meant nothing to him.
The Prince of Hamel grimaces while crawling across the ground. His wounds are too great.
The White Wolf curses himself and understands how futile his actions were. The least he could do was stop his father, protect the people of Hamel...but he failed. He simply wasn't strong enough. The White Colossus had no trouble defeating the White Wolf whatsoever. No matter what the White Wolf would dish out his father would shrug it off like it was nothing...the White Wolf was nothing more than an insect to him.
The Prince was a Guardian. A Guardian trained his entire life to be strong enough to protect his people...and he was too weak.
He doesn't want to be alive anymore. He wanted that attack his father had done to end him. The people fighting alongside him were all dead...so why wasn't he...?
"Looks like one of them is still moving!" A faint girl's voice cries.
'Who...who is shouting...?' The Guardian wonders as he lays on the floor...waiting for his life to end.
"Woah...his armour. Its all smashed and cracked!" A worried boy's voice says.
"He's still alive! That's amazing, didn't he get hit with that explosion we saw?" Another girl asks.
The Prince opens his eyes slowly and vaguely sees three people standing next to him. They're bending over, analysing him as he lies there. The Prince tries to say something to them but the words don't form...he can't even speak...
"S-should I...poke him?" The red-haired boy questions to his friends.
"Don't you dare, you idiot!" A girl with a weird-looking staff shouts to him, flustered.
Who are these people...?
The boy kneels over, grabs the White Wolf's hand and begins to lift him.
"No need to worry now; you're safe now." The boy tells the Prince reassuringly.
It...it seems the White Wolf isn't about to die yet...this must be destiny. The Prince realizes now that what he was thinking before was wrong. He shouldn't die here...he can't die here. He's the White Wolf and the man causing havoc is his father. It's up to him to stop the White Colossus...no matter the cost. He'll get stronger...and one day he shall save his father...as The Prin-...no...as Chung...the Guardian.
...You have disobeyed my orders. Explain yourself.
Forgive me, Master. I understand that you'd be upset...however what I did shall benefit your goal. Please understand.
No. What you have done shall not benefit me in the slightest. I already have chosen that boy...the one with white hair. Yet you are watching over that man from Velder...that man named Raven. That does not help me.
Please, Master. Raven will become stronger...I'm sure of it. I did this as...he'd be a good challenge for our chosen one.
...You...have set a challenge for the I have chosen...?
Yes, Master. Raven shall be a worthy opponent when the time comes. Trust me, I've never been wrong before.
Well...I suppose you're right...I guess I do want to see the one I have chosen in a good fight...but...do you truly believe that Raven will give our chosen one a good fight?
The servant grins secretly.
Oh. Don't you worry, Master. He will.