A mix of emotions surged through Cloud as he laid in a bundle of blankets on his couch.

"My dad...?"

Cloud's father suddenly disappeared about a few years ago. His father was in the Aether's military so everyone just thought he died in battle. Cloud's mother died while he was being birthed so his father took a lot on his plate when raising Cloud. But for some odd reason, Cloud's father taught his son things like hunting, combat, and more.

But why? It was almost as if his father planned his disappearance. Teaching him these skills as if he knew Cloud would fend for his own in the near future.

"Yes, yes..I know how you feel right now. Probably confused, startled, sad..your home has been destroyed, and now I am telling you your dad did it."

Cloud bolted towards a window to see the destruction of his village. Things died down but there is still commotion throughout his village. He watched in awe.

"New Bark is destroyed...my dad is still alive..what the hell is going on.."

Mr. Wheaton put his hand on Cloud's back gently.

"Have a seat and let me tell you the truth of your father."

Cloud stared at Mr. Wheaton silently and sat down back at his couch. "Why wasn't my house destroyed?" Cloud thought. He pondered the starry night sky from his couch through the window as his mind runs. He is extremely confused.

Mr. Wheaton sat on a chair across him, in pain as he squats down. Mr. Wheaton is a bit ripe in age.

"Your father never died. He ran away." Mr. Wheaton said.

"Why the hell would he leave his young son to rot like that? What type of father is he?" Cloud says in distress.

"Come on now, Cloud. My sons tell me you are well versed in many things. Fighting, survival techniques, hunting, growing crops, being a good friend..who taught you all that? Your father did, before he left. That is why he did it; he had no choice but to attend to other matters so he taught you these things before he left you."

Cloud looked at him angrily.

"What the hell could ever stop someone from raising a child.." Cloud says.

"Because, he is an Ender King." Mr. Wheaton says.

Cloud's eyes widen. Tales of a great war were told for many, many years between the Ender Order and the Nether Order. Great battles of Ender Knights and Nether Knights, soldiers, assassins, and more. Cloud became a bit excited.

"So does that mean I am the next in line for becoming the king?"

"Yes, Cloud, that is why you need to begin your adventures. There is so much to learn in so little time."

"So little time?" What do you mean?" Cloud says.

"A second great war is approaching, and you will be the one leading the Ender Order. The Nether King is now seeking dominance. He is vowing to fulfill what his ancestors wanted."

Cloud looks at his hands. He has found out that the world now lies on him. He shakes his head and looks at Mr. Wheaton.

Wait, why did he attack the village?" Cloud says.

"Oh, because-"

Cloud's best friend, Hunter, and his younger brother, Miles enter Cloud's house. Hunter had dark blond hair that nearly reached his shoulders. He had deep blue eyes that were a bit intimidating. He was a kid that liked to play and not tend to his responsibilities. A bit of a rebel.

"Dad, you're still here?" Hunter says.

"Yes, me and Cloud are talking. I'll be back home soon."

"Alright." Hunter leaves.

"Bye papa." Miles says as he follows.

After the door shuts, Cloud goes upstairs to use the bathroom. After a minute, Mr. Wheaton yells in agony.

"HELP!" Mr. Wheaton's raspy voice strains.

Cloud panics and bolts from the bathroom.