My name is Cryos Scanzanea. I have served as the prince of this land, Draconia, for eighteen years now. Eighteen long years as of today, for today is my eighteenth birthday! Life is great… Perfect even. Life is one of those things that is so special that it deserves to be protected, no matter the circumstances. Life is a chance to see the world, a creation created in part by the hands of Rysta and the will of Sen, our god of chaos. Our world is full of beauty, of many things waiting to be experienced so that we may share our findings with the rest of the people… Even the many contradicting things in Nature are amazing. I have seen the beauty of this world with my own eyes, although not half as often as I would have liked… I am a busy person, after all.
Sometimes, I head up to the castle turret just to look around and take in the world around me. Viewing the world in this way reminds me that I am only human and that I could never hope to bend Nature to my liking. Up in the turrets, some of the sights I see are amazing… I especially like to look out towards the border between our kingdom and the Dark Lands (which has become the new nickname for the Midnight Plains, what with the cloud cover and all)… It is very easy to see the border too, because of the cloud cover before the Dark Lands. The only way to see what is on the other side is to actually pass through the clouds. There is something about those clouds that is full of mystery, though… It just mesmerizes me.
Normally, the first thing I look at is the CentraCity surrounding the castle. Draconia's capitol was built on a cliff and is surrounded on three sides by canyon walls. The castle is located at the back of the city near the back wall of the cliff top, a great location to prevent infiltration of the castle. Not much is known of the lands beyond the back wall, however, since the northern border of Draconia is a large, impassable mountain range that stretches as far as the eye can see.
Out over the cliff, I can see the base of our mountain with the path leading all the way up to the large iron gates that protect our CentraCity. Beyond our mountain's foothills lies an expanse of green grasses billowing on the wind. There lies a small town near the center of the Draconian Plains, somewhat small due to the fact that it was entirely demolished by in an attack by Rona. It has been mostly rebuilt, and has earned the nickname "The Traveler's Waypoint." To the west, our one ocean is clearly visible. We call this ocean and the beach that fronts it the Maringan Shores. It is just another mass of Nature in which we are unable to see the end of (and of which we have yet to pass). Over to the east is a volcanic wasteland (named the Magmanian Wastes) that forms a near ninety-degree angle with our northern border. The only noticeable landmark in the wasteland is a rather large volcano, which we have named the Kesu Rim after a great fire demon rumored to live inside.
In the south, beyond the field of grass, is a forest forming the boundary between all of the great forces of Nature. We call this wood the FoxWoods because it is the preferred home of many fox spirits. It is a sort of central wood to create a neutral zone of balance among all elements of Nature. One the far side of the FoxWoods is the southern boundary of cloud cover between our kingdom and the Dark Lands. This is Draconia, and we have yet to discover any territory outside of our kingdom.
Now, for a bit of my life… As the prince of Draconia, I feel it is my duty to ensure the safety of my people whenever possible. Lately, it has been fairly challenging… With a steadily declining number of Draconian Protection Force infantry and mechs (prototype armored suits used for tough situations), we have an increasing chance of a downfall in our kingdom. Necril likes to send small groups of his Darklings, about ten or twenty at a time, to cause mischief and slowly whittle away our defenses. They come all the way from the Dark Lands, so we know for a fact that Necril's Keep is located somewhere there… However, should he ever send a large group of Darklings to infiltrate our city, perhaps one hundred or two hundred Darklings… There would be few survivors, if any, since our only escape is through the front gates.
When I am not busy dealing with the matters of our kingdom, I am looking into the science of our world. I took the liberty of establishing my own private laboratory, conveniently located in an empty section of wall in my private quarters. No one knows of this scientific sanctuary, other than me of course. It would do no good to have secret projects going on in there if everyone knew of them, now would it? I prefer to keep my work private.
My first project in my laboratory was a sword; I made it from human materials, magic, and some technologies I made myself. This sword, a deadly mix of speed and power, challenges any sword I have seen brandished by the DPF. If an attack on the castle occurred, I would be sure to have this sword by my side… I just wish I had invented teleportation like what the fox spirits have, so that if something should happen, we could move the citizens out of the CentraCity in a fast, efficient way.
There is a, uh, girl, in my life who I believe makes a very great friend. Her mother is the best caretaker in our castle and the very woman that took care of me whenever Mother and Father were away. As such, I practically grew up with this girl. She is very pretty… Her hair is a pleasing shade of brown, somewhere between walnut-shell and almond brown. Her eyes are hazel and seem to glimmer with such a shine that even the wisest man in the world could never begin to fathom such a remarkable light… Her body structure is delightfully skinny, but yet, she is strong… She is just a bit shorter than me. Her name is Keia Luminachi, which seems to reflect that look in her eye: luminous.
But, enough about Keia. I am sure that hearing me ramble on and on about her is the last thing anyone would want to hear. To change the subject, I have a feeling that today is going to be a great day! My parents are going to take me down through the castle gates and to the city square… There will be a parade for my eighteenth birthday… There will be cake, presents from the city folk, merrymaking… And as with tradition, my father will have me knighted. In Draconia, a prince is knighted on his eighteenth birthday in front of all the CentraCity; the prince takes an oath to always be around to protect his country whenever the need arises. There is a thought that bothers me, however… Once I have been knighted, I have to protect Draconia… Would that mean that I have to end Necril's reign of terror? One can never help but wonder… I suppose I have no choice but to wait and see what Destiny has in store for me…