Chapter 15

My name is Desmond I was the only son of Duke Rhode Frill until the day our kingdom crumbled, and this is my story.

It was a cold day two hundred years ago, white snow fell softly on the ground *crunch* *crunch* the sound of snow being crushed under the foot echoed throughout a white filled garden as maids in blue uniforms rushed around.

" Hurry we must find a healer for our lady is giving birth " yelled a maid with green hair, ponytail wagged back and forth as she sprinted towards the gate to find the nearest healer. Making it past the gates she disappeared into the distance but not before startling the guards at the gate.

" EMILIA," a man in a blue and golden suit screamed out. *pant* *pant*, a woman panted laying upon sweat-filled sheets, weakly she looked up at the man " Dear " she spoke weakly reaching for the man's hand.

Grasping his wife's hand he touched her forehead softly with his "don't worry my love, I am here everything will be alright " he whispered softly kissing her cheek.

" Please watch ov- ", *wahhh* a crying could be heard as the wife slowly closed her pale blue eyes " Emilia " the man stared in horror as his wife shut her eyes " EMILIA " the man wailed in agony as the child cried.

Five years have passed since then.

" Desmond my son " a man smiled calling out as a boy with black hair rushed into his arms " papa " the boy named Desmond exclaimed with excitement. Hugging the child the man smiled, " did you finish your studies for today " he asked.

Breaking from his father's embrace Desmond looked up with a white toothy grin " yes father even the teacher was impressed with my progress, I even met a cute girl with orange hair " said Desmond as he bowed with finesse befitting of the image of the son of a duke.

The duke nodded impressed with his son's progress not only in his studies but in social life too, " My Lord " A knight in blue armor called out causing the duke to turn in confusion.

Walking to the side of the duke the knight saluted before whispering in his ear, the duke paled hurrying he grabbed Desmond's hand " father what is wrong " he said as they hurried to his father's quarters, " this way " he shouted ignoring his son's question.

as the father made it into his quarter's son in tow a voice echoed out " sorry my lord " *thump* Looking down he saw a silver blade stick out of the middle of his chest *cough* " Yo- RUN MY SON " he said before crumpling to the ground like an old building.

Desmond watched as time stood still blood gushing from his father's chest as the silver sword's glint was consumed by the red liquid.

As the blade slowly slide out it caused blood to spray hitting the young boy's face, tears began to form under the poor child's eyes before he turned to run jumping out the window.

*Smash* as the window broke night sky filled with stars filled Desmond's eyes, enthralled by the night sky he wished that he could grow, grow strong enough to protect everyone.

The wind rippled as the cold air grew colder as he fell faster and faster, closing his eyes he waited for whatever happened next.

" I don't think so boy " a man's cold voice could be heard as the cold air grew warm, looking up the desmond saw a man in white armor" who are you," he asked hope filling his eyes. Looking at the child the man sneered " the emperor of Distillia " the man mocked the boy " the one attacking your kingdom boy " he said laughing " UWHAHAHAHA " the sound of terrible laughter could be heard that night as the boy disappeared.

The Desmond finally reaching the age of ten as been through much training every day, being on the brink of death every day, finally, the day has come where he was tasked with an outside mission.

Kneeling before his ruler he awaited his orders no emotions on his face, " Kill the traitor Viscount Farma and his family " the emperor gave out his order.

Being trained up to the soul gathering realm in the deathly mist assassin arts, he easily snuck into the estate of the viscount walking past multiple guards of the energy gathering realm.

Slipping past them he slowly closed on the viscounts quarters turning his body to black mist he seeped through the cracks and under the door before materialize back inside the room.

Aproaching the bed he watched for a couple of minutes staring calmly at the bed no emotion could be seen on his face.

Pulling the covers off he without hesitation sunk his sword deep into his target, however, what awaited him cracked the last piece.

He stared at the vibrant orange hair a cute girl looked up blood leaking from her mouth as everything went black.