I was 5 years old when it happened.
It was, as far as I can recall, a particularly dark and cold night. I was sitting with my parents by the fire warming my little toes, when the messenger burst into the room with a grim expression on his dark face, blowing the fire out, leaving the room dark and cold. My father's startled expression turned almost as dark as the room we were within, and he abruptly rose and strode out, with the messenger and my mother quick to follow. The rest was a blur, but I can recall my parents shouting orders and gathering their armour, before teleporting away. Little did I know, when I was looking up at her amongst the frenzy, that that would be the last time I saw my mother.
The next thing I remember, is my father returning. His armour had lost it's shine and his red eyes that once were full of evil and inflicted paralysing fear upon those who looked at them, were full of grief and defeat. I remember him coming up to my room where I lay in the welcoming darkness, thinking about how one day I would be the one who sat on the throne overlooking the entire realm, and sat beside me on my bed. He sat me upon his lap, and cried. I can recall what he screamed aloud in fury to the above, and his voice saying those words remain with me until this very day.
'THEY WILL PAY, AND I WILL NOT REST UNTIL I AVENGE HER.'
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The last thing I can remember is me crying in the darkness which wasn't as welcoming as it once was. I felt alone, and my beloved mother that usually accompanied me was gone, forever. And the creepypasta's are the one's to blame. And I made a promise to myself that day.
"I shall make my father proud, and restore justice to my mother's name."
And I do not intend to break it.
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A/N: So yay! I've started a new story. This is one of my first, but I hope you like it! Please tell me what you think. I'll try to update as much as I can too! Thank you!~ Abi-chan ♥
