Kyle slept peacefully as the gentle rain pattered with the gentle kiss on the windows.
This gentle rhythm of the rain pour brought a peace of mind to the boy's sleep.
With dreams of futures and hope, Kyle smiled very sweet and gently.
Then the sound of arms thrashed the castle, the high tumbled out his bed and hissed from the pain of landing on his bandaged wound.
He struggled to stand up, he saw that there was sounds of trouble.
The high elf eyes widen in fear as his very city looked like a battle field.
"My lord, we need to get you out of here.
A kingdom is declaring war.
They call themselves the liege of the apocalypse." The elf warned as he help his leader to the safety bunker.
The bunker was only used for when there are times of crisis.
However it has not been used for eight thousand years.
The two elves hurried to safety as they saw the right hand, Stanly, standing by his king, dripping in blood that is not his own.
"Stan!
Are you okay?
What in the name of Heaven and earth is goi