Finn entered the Tree Fort and sat down on the couch. "That was surprising.", said the voice.
"She'll get over it.", he responded. "You know, I don't know that much about you, but you know every thing about me, because you've been in my mind."
"What are you asking?"
"I'd like to know about your past." The demon thought for a minute before he spoke again.
"Very well. But first, allow me to clear a few things up. First, my name is Azreth. I'd prefer if people would stop referring to me as 'The Demon'. Second, don't think I don't have emotions like you. Don't think I can't love, be happy, or be sad...I'm just to numb to feel them." Finn was surprised at this.
"Well Azreth, go on."
Azreth stood looking out the castle window. He was of royal blood, and he was about to be crowned King of the Nitosphere. He was only twelve though (twelve-thousand in human years), and the normal crowning age was twenty. His father, the current ruler, was dying. The Nitosphere was calm under his father's control, it was more orderly and civil (unlike what it is now). He wondered if he would be able to keep the order at such a young age.
His father walked up to him and spoke,"Are you ready son?"
"Yes father."
"That's good to hear. Your mother and younger brother are waiting." Azreth waited a moment before speaking.
"I'm going to miss you father."
"Don't worry, I'll still be there until you're thirteen, but after that..." Azreth frowned. His father patted him on the back and left the room. His mother came in moments later, holding Azreth's younger brother (who was only three). "Hello mother."
"A-Azreth", his younger brother responded.
"Hello Sular.", he responded, smiling.
"Are you scared Azreth?", his mother asked.
"I'm just worried."
"Well don't be, we'll still be here to help you rule."
"I know." His mother smiled and left the room.
Moments later there was an explosion, and Azreth was flung back. His back hit the wall, and his vision became blurred. His father burst through the doors, grabbed Azreth, and took him out of the burning room. "F-father?" His voice was shaky and barely audible.
"It's okay son, I've got you." Azreth passed out.
He awoke to his parents arguing. "You can't use the gem, it'll kill you!", his mother shouted.
"It's our only option! If I don't use we're all dead!", his father shouted.
"What's going on?", Azreth asked.
"The Abadeer's are attacking us! Your father wants to use his gem to fight them.", his mother responded. The gems were in all royal males. They gave them powers of unbelievable proportions. However, if used too often, they could slowly destroy the person. That was why Azreth's father was dying. They also held their souls and emotions. "What do you think Azreth? Should I go and fight, or stay in here?", his father asked.
Time to choose for Azreth! Should they stay inside, or should his father go fight? Vote now!