The day the light spread across Gotha was also the day when the greatest of tragedies would occur... Dead in the night the Queen Madalena was kidnapped by monsters, Her child was only spared from this fate due to his father visiting a close friend of theres earlier in the day and sleeping overnight there.

Pankraz roamed back and forth through the throne room racking his brain... Trying to rack his brain as to how it happened and why it did, He and his wife were royalty not some band of Legendary Hero... Or... Were they? Pankraz had always looked up to the legend of the Legendary Hero with stars in his eyes longing to be such a fierce warrior as the Legendary Hero once was.

And he just had to wonder... Was his newborn son related to any of these occurrences? He had no idea... But the infant was too frail and weak to wield the Zenithian Equipment not to mention even walk! That was quite a long time away...

As the time passed he realized his child did not come off as a strong warrior... But a frail and sickly young child, He felt ashamed to be embarrassed to have a son like this... But deep down he truly wanted his child to be a strong ruler for him... But it didnt look like that future was going to be a reality.

After years passed, Early childhood the child began making an incredible metamorphosis almost in a single year, His weight and muscle mass had doubled including his agression where he would constantly get into fist fights with the other children originally he would be down in a single blow due to his frail body but once he began buffing himself up he was able to knock out even one of the castle guards with a single strike.

Pankraz being the childs father was enraged with his son's behaviour would discipline him consistently until the correct behaviour and manners were ingrained in the childs head... And finally, Once the child reached eight years in age the father would guide the child down into the throne room and present a Sword to the child... The sword I will always hold dear to me until my time in this world is done and over with, This child... Or me, Zenith, This is where his, Or my true journey began.