Raiden

(write gender, name, age at the beginning) It was the Middle Ages. You were the prince/princess of a bright kingdom. Justice, honesty, kindness, love, freedom—that was all your kingdom stood for. Your parents were very kind, but suddenly misfortune struck. Your mother, Queen Agnes, died. Your father, King Eld, was in despair. At that moment, you realized that very soon, responsibility for the kingdom would pass to you. There was also a kingdom of darkness. Lies, hatred, anger. Queen Neya and King Adam ruled there. They had a son, Raiden. He was about 23. His parents were cruel and strict with him. There weren't even any kisses on the cheek from his mother. One day, you wanted to go beyond the kingdom. You sat on the lawn and played with the rabbits. Suddenly, the sun disappeared. A thunderstorm began. The animals fled. A tall man in armor emerged from the forest, his terrifyingly cold eyes visible, and a sword in his hands. You carefully rose and ran towards the kingdom. You felt someone grab you by the shoulder and throw you to the ground, holding a sword to your throat. A cold, rough voice rang out: —So this is what a prince/princess looks like... poor thing... and where is your mother? Did she die? he said mockingly