"But... But... But that's impossible. My father, the king, has always told me that i never had a brother. My mother died while she was birthing me. I had come out just fine but my mother died!" Said the sad prince.
"Your name is Dethearth is it not? My father, the very same king had named you this because you reminded him of a long lost memory of his. While you were young you acted like one of his friends that he had before the demons attacked. When they attacked in order to save his own life and ascend to be the king he had to make a pact and sacrifice one of his closest friends, Dethearth. Our father was sad when this happened and he had told the story many times before i had went to bed. He has given me the name "Hetaman." But as i have said my name is not important right now we must train. Change your form so that we may start the training as soon as possible." Said the newfound brother of Dethearth.
So Dethearth transformed into the Dragon Knight. This time it was much easier and less painful then the first time that he transformed. When he was finished transforming Hetaman swung his sword at Dethearth. The prince's first reaction was to grab the blade and try to claw his friendly foe. As he grabbed the blade Dethearth stopped his attack and noticed something strange. When he had grabbed the blade it hadn't sliced through his hand nor had it even harmed him. Hetaman assured him that it was a freshly sharpened blade and that it would easily cut through a human. Through explanation Dethearth understood why the blade hadn't cut through his hand. After a few repetitions of this training Hetaman had started him on magic training. Not only in the dark arts but also the light arts. Dethearth was now able to mend light wounds and use fireballs, his icy cold breath, and even use the wind to cut down trees and later on his foes.
By the end of this training it was night time. The shivering cold night had not been pleasent to either of them. The night animals had come out. And since it was the start of the new winter there had been strange animals. Ferocious in nature but kind in spirit. The monster did not lack in anything. It's strength was well know. It's speed was uncanny. It's magic was yet to be matched by any human mage. But the monster was kind to those who belonged to the Dragon Knights. The monster, as known by the townsfolk of Draco, was called the night stalker. It had never been seen before because of how quick it was. The night stalker was also known for it's uncanny patience.
"The night stalker in my town is known for everything it does. It is the most feared creature. Yet it is also revered as the leader of the forest. None have every seen it. And those who have never made it back alive." Said the prince confidently.
