Innocent

"But you chose to kill me instead,

And play the hero 'till you dropped dead.

Carried on the shoulders of your righteous soldiers,

While my body was discarded at the borders-"

...

How cruel must one be to massacre his own kind?

Once a celebrated warrior, now the nightmare of a horrid tragedy.

A century has passed since the fall of one of the greatest nations, more than a hundred years since the collapse of mighty Caelus at the hands of one man.

A hundred years since the wicked traitor was banished to the cursed forest, and since then, rumors followed his name wherever it was whispered throughout the lands.

That he was merely insane; he slaughtered his people and set his own wings aflame, a beast who gruesomely devoured the heart of his sole brother--

Or, perhaps, he's but an old man's tale.

Haunted is the Malus forest by his name, a prison to the fallen soldier as many claim.

As you know, words wander and circulate, so don't trust none but my own, for only I can tell you the truth.

The day I was abandoned there, and the night I met him.