PROJECT FROST: PRINCE OF VENGEANCE

PROLOUGE

A new era was born. After the emperor’s death 383 years ago, generations of kings and queens with the blood of the emperor reigned over the Glacieran tribes and built the cities that stand tall
to this day. The festival of Valus Unaah, a ceremony where the people all over the planet celebrate the life and death of the emperor. Just like Earth’s 4th of July, fireworks were used and a giant feast between the king and queen, prince and archduke, governors, senate officials, and the citizens. As the festivities went on, a child watching from one arm of the statue of the emperor was a relative to the current king and queen, Prince Vincidon Garagonor Frost. Vaikor
Armada, a family friend who was the same age of 13, found him on the arm while wandering around.

"Vin! I've been lookin' for you all over! Why are you up there?"

Vincent looked down at him, "Eh, my parents told me that I can wander the premises and just hang tight. Thought I would take this as a time to.. yknow, think about stuff."

Armada looked at him in concern as he climbed up the statue to sit next to him, "Is this about your grandfather?"

Vincent sighed, "Yeah, been eatin' at my brain for a while now."

Armada spoke again, "I know your pain, Vince, but i think it's time to move on. He's in good hands now."

"Yeah, but that's my grandfather. I hate seeing Father down in the dumps like this. I'm not forgetting what my grandmother did to him.."

"Here, how 'bout this?" Armada climbed down the arm of the statue and back onto the ground level. "The festival is about to start, why not set things aside and just enjoy yourself? You're the
prince after all!"

Vincent let out a small sigh. "Yeah, maybe you're right." He climbed down the statue a few seconds after Armada climbed down.

A small laugh came out of Armada, "There's the Vincent I know! Now come on, it's about to start!"

As the two headed to the festival, they had an amazing time. Friends, family, and all of the citizens of Ragnarok gathered at Vandala Square. Many voices speaking over one another, the lights of signs and lanterns glowing in the Glacierian night. The fireworks were blazing into the sky and the conversations that the people were having was average. Catching up with each other, reunions left and right, and the two boys were also talking to one another, as well as their families interacting with each other. As the festivities calmed down and everyone started to leave, Vincent looked at Vaikor, "Well, I guess I'll see you later then." Armada smiled and said his goodbyes as they share a fist bump before they both split to go back to their homes.

Meanwhile, away from the planet of Glacierus and into the Arahaika System, a Mars-like planet with purple lakes and 7 rings of military bases that are the size of cities, each holding their own
divisions. In the center ring, inside of the Archadom, a figure sitting on his throne, stalking the Glacieran planet with a satellite. The figure spoke: "The prince.. he's our target."

A guard spoke up, "Are you sure that's him? He's just a kid.."

The figure looked at the guard,
slightly annoyed. "Well, he probably may know something we don't. Hell, you know he's one of Vandala's little shits, right? So, why don't you go back to your little corner and let me do the research. I don't give two shits even if he's a fucking toddler! Now, shut up and do your damn job!"

The guard went back to his spot, "Yes, sir!" He didn't want to be killed by his leader for simply suggesting that maybe this was a bad idea.

The figure looked back at his screen, "Vandala will pay for his deeds, and Calamity will rise. The child will be harvested. They will all be harvested."

He stood up from his throne and looked at his second-in-command. "Akatosh, prepare the forces. Let time settle until they strike. I want the prince."

"Your wish is granted, Lord Trojin." The second-in-command exits the room and The Trojin smiles menacingly with his eyes glowing red as blood.