"Being royal is not about being born a prince or having a crown on your head, it's about being noble and doing what is right no matter how high the stakes are, that's what makes a man royal." These words are the last I've ever heard from my father, before he died. Those words gave me strength and power to move forward and continue life in Onalia. Life has become tough. Pirates set sail upon troubles waters the moment the news of the death of my father set flight upon ever blowing winds. I'm left absent choice but to set foot and run. Every village, high and low, I've been, hiding, trying to bend my chances of surviving and to, somehow, get a hold to faded hope. Blending trough the busy crowd I paved my way to the city, until a faint thumping is upon my head, the pain is bearable then suddenly...