Prologue

On the edge of a cliff overlooking the sea, two beings stood. The first is a knight of bone, the second a man of flesh and blood. In the distance sat a kingdom, burning from within. A bridge of marble and gold, elegant in design and sturdy in practice, lay between the island and the mainland. The beautiful mass of marble was flooded with men and women alike, their battle cries only bested by that of the clang of metal and steel their weapons gave. The first of the beings stood calmly, its obsidian blade held aloft at the throat of the second. The man knelt defeated on the cliff edge, a long jagged gash cut along the man's cheek leaking the man's lifeblood.

"Look at you," the knight's voice echoed from within their helmet, feminine and sinful. "The great king of Aurora, on your knees, bloody and broken, overlooking the very Kingdom you swore to protect, watching as it burns."

The King looked at his home, tears of rage and loss clouding his vision. The broken man looked away from his dying home and to the woman holding him at sword point. "The people of Europa will not let this go unpunished," The king croaked, his voice hoarse and tight. " They will hunt you and your men, witch."

The blade cut further at the man's throat, a laugh of delight leaving the helmet of the knight. "O' husband mine, I await the day they do," the woman purred as she retracted the blade, raising her foot and placing it on the king's chest. "And when they come, we will be ready."

The king stared into the slitted eyes of the bone helmet, amethyst eyes within stared back as she pushed with her foot. The last thing he saw before the waves below consumed him was the twilight highlighted form of his wife.