My family? What family. My entire kingdom was destroyed. Everything that I lived for, was raised to rule over is decimated to the ground by my own flesh and blood grandfather. That bastard! My life was ruined at 17. A young prince, no father, no mother, all alone. Living on my own. I am Mitchell Leboy. Prince of ReichDerWolfe. The kingdom of wolves, we were peaceful until enemies got to close. Then we tore them apart. But now It is the PalastDesTodes. The Palace of Death. Everything was peaceful for the whole time I as a child. I even hung out with the Country boys. Yes I had to learn etiquette but that wasn't bad. And I learned swordsmanship and basics like math, physics and so on so forth. But when I was 17 my life changed forever. My grandfather, if I should even call him that, got to frail to rule. That is until he used black magic and brought to himself and his loved one demons. Like he himself embraced the cursed underworld. With this power he gained he decided to claim ReichDerWolfe for himself. This didn't sit well and we prepared for war. But his fighting force, were not human. They had flaming green eyes and covered in black grime and grit. Bodies like gargoyles, teeth of ash and a stench of brimstone. The creatures of the underworld were relentless on their siege. Slaughtering and annihilating every soul. With my mothers last act she gave me one of her most prize possessions, a headband with a wolf emblem and that my father got her and snuck me away. I grabbed a sword and my mother sent me away. I ran into the Entsentzen woods. As I look back I see a black cloud of death swirl the once peaceful kingdom as it bursts into wicked flames. Men, women, children, I will never forget their screams.
I ran and had to survive in these woods for 2 years so far. Dark towers shower over me. Relentless wind and unforgivable shrieks. The worst part is how easily you can get lost in this corridor of horrors. Slashing my way through surviving on whatever edibles i could find. This felt like the longest two years of my life. Shelter was plentiful as it was everywhere though. You could never tell if it was day or night. It was night all day, everyday. You could barely get glimpses of the outside world. I passed what seemed to be a light but when I walked over there all I saw was a old abandoned shrine. At 18 it did not conceive my interests. Out of all this I lay and have nightmares. The smoldering smoke flowing out of the demons mouths. The loud outcries for help from the villagers. The gentle and cold touch of my mothers hands as I ran out of there. Some times I wouldn't sleep for days to possibly weeks. The nightmares were unbearable. A fearless and bold prince loved by all, runs and hides in a forbidden forest of relentless terrors hiding himself away when he should have stayed and fought. Died protecting what he loved. Instead I walk in these damned woods trying to find my way out. I must travel fast, the hours grow late. I feel the cold mist reaching my body. It's time to seek out some shelter.
