FIVE YEARS AGO
Tyndale entered the castle, his gaze drawn to the magnificent art of architecture. He walked through the throne chamber, the tips of his fingertips scraping against the banquet table in the room's center. Charger, Raider, and Lancer, the three saints, trailed behind.
Jrue Deryleen, his lieutenant, emerged from one end of the room as he approached the throne. He was wielding his dual blades, which he had wrapped around Lora's neck. He drew her closer to the dictator.
Tyndale looked at the two and noticed a striking similarity between them. They were exact duplicates of each other, and their eyes, while being of opposite genders, were strikingly similar. He could tell this was Jrue's sister right away.