Crown Prince Roan

In the deadly silence on the misty mountain named Selene basin, a shadow figure emerged from the dark mist with a deadly aura.

In his hand was a long double-edged blade with identifiable markers. It was the infamous moonlit war blade but its reputation in the hands of this man had worsened.

It was now more known as night terror. Before it descended upon its enemies, it would haunt its victims causing great fear.

The person wielding it could only be some sort of demon, right? No. The man wielding it was no demon or at least not on the outside. He was after all the prince of the kingdom of Odasal.

It is said when he was born he was the happiest little prince with luscious black hair and amber eyes. Everyone and anyone loved him even when they had never met him. The queen doted on her baby so much so that she carried him everywhere she went.

But this bouncing happy baby was now a man who brought about so many night terrors to children and adults alike. How could someone who was as bright as the sun suddenly become the resemblance of darkness?

It was because when he was five, he suddenly came down with an unexplainable ailment that paralysed him from head to toe.

At first, all the doctors and apothecaries thought it was an unknown illness and strived to find a cure but the healthy Queen Nova suddenly collapsed. She was also bedridden and her bones froze in place. She was in a much more serious condition when compared to her son.

Words like curse and sorcery floated around in no time. Some others believed that the queen had committed an inexplicable sin and this was retribution. The beloved Queen Nova wasn't as beloved as before anymore. She had fallen from grace in an instant.

King Kian decided to put his son out of his misery. He was like a loving father unable to bear seeing his son in this state.

With the poison concocted that would put his son to rest peacefully, he walked up the ten thousand stairs of the ancestral hall to his son lying on a chaise and clad in the clothes of the dead.

He bowed before his son and spoke words of affection with pain in his eyes before he tilted the bowl. Just as the rim of the bowl touched the little boy's lips the thunderous sound of the summoning drum drew his attention. This drum wasn't something one could strike casually because it was a sonorous drum meant to summon the king for an audience.

King Kian suddenly turned his head and saw his father in law almost hunched over and out of breath.

The old man couldn't let his only grandson die so he had sought after the most powerful apothecary in all of Odasal kingdom. His name was Wayne Livia and like his forefathers before him, he was the best at formulating medicines even for those ailments one couldn't cure.

King Kian could have sought his help but because Wayne Livia attended to the poor rather than the noble class of Odasal, he didn't seek his help. Who knows what kind of illnesses he would bring with him into his palace from those filthy alleys and gutters?

King Kian even insulted Wayne Livia when his father in law brought him to court. He honestly thought his father in law had let it go but who would have thought he would strike the summoning drum with that man standing next to him? The entire palace that had gathered for a funeral without a corpse yet was in chaos and this ceremony couldn't continue.

The prince was brought down and as he lay in his bed, his grandfather swore with his life that whatever medicine was in that bowl would cure his grandson and daughter. He bet his life on it so King Kian agreed. He let Wayne Livia feed his son the so-called miracle concoction.

He and his wife watched over the little prince for days and for a moment his health seemed to improve. Since the concoction was working on the little prince they got the go-ahead to give some to the queen.

But things went south after that. The little prince convulsed and his beautiful black hair turned snow white with his eye turning from a beautiful amber to a noticeable grey eye colour.

After being calmed down by an intense sedative fragrance, he fell into a deep slumber. He almost seemed like he had died. Seething in anger King Kian ordered for the couple to be executed despite the fact that Maeve Livia was about to give birth.

The old man didn't get there in time and when he got there he was arrested and locked up in the dungeon for conspiring to harm the crown.

Five days after the execution of the Livia couple the boy whose funeral was being planned suddenly woke up his body as healthy as before and even better.

His hair and eye never restored their original appearance and so didn't his personality. He was no longer the sunny boy but this gloomy unapproachable character. When he glared at anyone including his father it was like being stabbed by an ice shard in the heart.

The only trace of warmth in his eyes was reserved for his mother who had already been replaced as Queen by the so-called oracle who went on to have a son of her own.

His mother lay on the bed unable to move, speak or hear and the cure that brought him back to life died with the Livia couple. His heart had long grown cold and he turned into this bloodthirsty beast with the word death written in his eyes.

He was a crown prince but instead of staying in the palace and dealing with political matters, he was the hound that hunted rebels, bandits and warriors from the next country attempting to infiltrate Odasal.

This man was the infamous Roan or as the others called him white dragon. He loosened his hold on night terror and tossed it to the young man standing next to a dark stallion.

"Your your highness," called out the young man as he struggled to catch this deadly weapon.

He caught it but his armour was soon stained with blood. He held night terror by its snow-white hilt shaped like twin dragon's heads while saying, "Your highness."

Crown prince Roan held on to the reins as he wordlessly glanced at him. "It's the royal messenger. He is requesting an urgent audience with your highness."