Garroth Ro'meave, a secret "Ritual Child" with about 9000+ years of experience in many fields, falls for a shadow Knight named Laurence Zvahl, and even runs away with him to Phoenix Drop so that they could get married in peace, away from Garroth's father. It was their greatest secret, and one they were very tight-lipped about. Not even the guard they shared the Barracks with, Dante, knew about their marriage, but Zane, the Priest of Irene who had happily married his brother and his lover in secret (before he was brainwashed to follow the brothers' father without question) knew about it, and left them well enough alone... Until he and Garroth's father found out where he was, that is. War broke out, and Garroth was killed in the midst of battle... but what happened next shocked them all... His Human form destroyed, Garroth transformed into his true form, that of a Herobrine Ritual Child - or a child born of a dark magic ritual made specifically to summon the dreaded true king of the Nether, Herobrine -, and absolutely demolished his father's armies one by one. but, afterwards, he fell asleep, transforming into a small child to preserve energy, having used it all to protect Phoenix Drop. Meanwhile, Laurence was fighting a rebellion against the Shadow Lord, and he won... but was forced to be the new Shadow Lord in order to maintain the peace of the Nether. It's Been A Thousand Years Since That Day, And A Little Ritual Child Is Just Now Waking Up...
I remember when the world was silent. There was noting. I was destined to be the next lord. All I had to worry about was getting to bed on time.
Yet, I hated that life. I ran away. I met a girl. Her eyes were an amber and hair raven black. She was destined to be a hero. Stupid me fell in love with her.
I followed her and we went on an adventure of a lifetime. I met so many people that I called my family.
We won a battle that some say was impossible. We were called heroes. I settle down with the woman and had a true family. I was happy.
Until, the day came when I figured out of my curse. I was immortal. My daughter immortal. My wife wasn't. My family wasn't.
My world that was perfect came crashing down on me. I was left alone, with my daughter who was my only light in my darkness.
My brain was chaos but, my heart went on. I became something I never thought I would become.
A leader.
I'm Garroth Ro'Meave. Son of Garte and Zianna Ro'Meave. I'm immortal.