Prologue
"In time before now there was much in the world. The earth was rich with its treasures, people lived together, brother stood by brother, and sister helped sister. All were happy. The monarch at the time was a kind, just man who was fair in all his dealings. During his reign the country flourished and grew to become a place of sanctuary for those who led the outer world's cruelties and wars. For a time there was peace.
Alas this time grew to a final and irreversible close when the greatest treason the Kings own brother cut him down and seized the monarchy as his own. The true kings infant heir disappeared and the country was thrown into turmoil. People rose up in rebellion but were beaten down, the previous kings own knights were cut down and executed in view of all. After this spectacle almost all the fight in all the remaining people was beaten and the few who would have still have fought had to content themselves with plans ad schemes for the future.
The King then, thinking that he had won, ruled the kingdom but displayed a complete lack of just and fair ruling. The country was now in chaos. The people were unhappy. The land itself now covered in the blood of its people appeared to now be barren and dead. The land was no longer a place of peace, but instead a place of horror and despair.
Over the years the King became even crueller and devious. There were many wars fought, he conquered neighbouring lands and tore a part all that had once been good. He had an unquenchable thirst for power.
One night after an attempted assassination on the king's life, the king created his greatest and most feared cruelty. He hand selected and had trained his own king's knights. These knights and all their descendants would be charged with the insurance of the peoples complete obedience and fear of their king. They too were given the mission of finding and killing the true heir.They have carried out this duty ever since, showing great abilities with no mercy.
Yet one day, one day, those knights will meet their match. A warrior who will meet their skill but be greater than them for this warrior will be on the side of the just. This warrior will be the one. This warrior will be the hope of the people."
"Uncle, when will the warrior come?" Keichierro broke off his story and looked at the little voice . His eyes held absolute surety in what he said, "Soon Ichigo. Soon."
