Prologue: Retsu

Christopher woke up the morning give a daily glimpse of the newborn.  Christopher was one of the caretaker’s sons. The newborn, Lucia[1], was seen as the savior of the crisis that the country is in ; they believed she is the light to all their problems.  Her eye shined in a brilliantly sweet blend of green and grey that is never been seen before since the ruler that reign many years ago, one of Lucia’s ancestors, Queen Achlys[2]. The people of Antagon eye color is either grey or green.

The son of a housekeeper, Christopher, each day helped his mother with some errands. He watched his mother made breakfast coffee. Every time, he begged his mother to take a sip of coffee only to find out each moment his face twirled in the bitter taste. His mother laughed. After breakfast, he helped polished the silverware, made the bed for the royal family, crawled into the small cupboard and scrubbed the interiors, programmed the daily country bulletin, and refined the old artifact of the family.  Whenever Christopher had the chance, he would visit Lucia in the nursery and be rewarded with a smile that filled him joviality. He naturally felt the urge to keep that smile in Lucia’s face pure and honest. Christopher is just three years old; he celebrated his youth day after day and observed another.

The frontline of the civil war approached palace treacherously close four months after Lucia was born. The birth of Lucia was never announced publicly, coincidently the attack zeroed into the palace precisely months after. The earsplitting thunder of the war was loud as it ever was.  Scared by the deafening clatter, Christopher stayed with Lucia and kept himself company with her as the atmosphere pack with ash and smoke.  The noise grew louder and louder as Lucia’s cry bolstered. The palace’s shields weakly hindered the constant blows of rockets and lasers as it tower over the fallen city. Suddenly, a rocket got through the barrier and wobbled the soaring construction. The structure was giving in to the persistent abuse. Christopher did not know what was going on. Christopher needed to get some help. Before he was able to reach the door, the caretaker burst through panting in desperation.  Sweating and gasping for air, the caretaker shouted “The King and Queen are dead!  We must run, Christopher!  The rebels killing everyone that once served the Queen.  We must run! Christopher!” The caretaker instantaneously grabbed shocked Christopher and ran off in terror.

“Luc-ia!”  Christopher jerked and pulled as he cried for her, “Aik! Lucs..!”

He could not free himself from his mother’s strong grip. She held Christopher in one arm and ran into a forbidden corridor escaping from harm’s way. Lucia stayed and shrieked in the small room that slowly became bleak and shadowy from the outside fumes.  The rebels eliminated her mother and father.  The country endured without a leader being completely helpless.