From the Day I Was Born Until My First Shattering
They say I was born on a clear night, when the stars gathered to form an arc of light above the kingdom's sky.
They say my mother smiled at me the moment she saw me, and my father, Edgar Lucard—the king of sword and throne—held me in his arms and whispered words that still echo through the halls of the palace to this day:
"Let this boy be a flame that lights the darkness..."
But I remember none of that. All I remember is the cold... and the silence.
As if the entire world was waiting for something great—then sighed in disappointment.
I grew up in the palace's embrace, surrounded by guards, servants, and my siblings—who were always one step ahead of me, two steps... or a whole world.
Raine, my eldest brother, was a thunderbolt. From the moment he held a sword at age six, everyone started talking about him. Fast, fierce, arrogant in a way befitting a prince.
