Dark World

The world has been drained of it's positivity. It's sky's are red. It's clouds and sun are black. The grass is dark grey and scarce. The trees are all ashen and dead. The only thing lighting the town are lanterns lit with a blue flame.

The world only has one ruler, King Nightmare.

He rules this world with an iron fist. He punishes those who disobey with drastic consequences. He coats the world with Negativity. The only ones who can stop him are the balance guardians.

But they're all gone.

One serves under Nightmare as one of his generals.

The rest are trapped within stone statues.

One in the darkest cell of the darkest dungeon, under guard by a general.

One in the most guarded garden, watched over by the king's crows.

One in a hidden room, a room not even King Nightmare knows.

One trapped in the weapon of the hidden one, unable to say anything the statue doesn't.

There is one more though. Created just before the balanced tipped. He doesn't know who he truly is. But he is enough. Enough to free them all from the grasp of the King. This warrior will travel great lengths to save them all. And he is almost impossible to find.

After all,

Who would expect a balance guardian,

To become a thief.