Zyll reread the letter for what had to be the thousandth time. Everything he’d come to know had spiraled backwards, now completely wrong. His parents, the people close to them... They were now encased in a prison of ice. There was no telling if they were even still alive, but he had to believe that they were—it was the only way he could hold his resolve to keep moving.
The floods of rumors had already spread over the country relentlessly. Everyone believed that Lucien remained the sole survivor of the royal family. He was Zyll’s younger brother, only fourteen years old, yet expected to run the kingdom in his parents’ stead. He didn’t even have the support their advisor, as he, too, had been trapped that awful night.
It’d been a week since the incident in question. His family had been attacked during a ball, when no one had weapons available. Yet, his parents fought anyway in an attempt to protect everyone. He had lent his help too, using the nebula of Capricorn, darkness, to trap their enemies.
Despite their efforts, all ended in vain. Even then, in the midst of chaos, Lucien had been afraid... afraid of losing them and everything else he held dear. Emotionally frenzied, he lost control of his nebulae, and shot layers of ice out along the hall, freezing anyone in its path.
When the fighting finally stopped, one of the top knights, Gerald, took over as advisor. But tension still fell over the palace, an dark truth hiding below the plastered smiles... and the danger not near over yet.
Realizing he would have been killed if he’d stayed, Zyll had managed to escape with the help of his cousin. However, with all the knights against them, they needed help.