Dim lights filled the castle corridior as a group of guards surrounding a young male dressed in rich clothes moved cautiously down the hall. The young man was dressed in the colors of royalty with dark hair and bright blue eyes. He moved as if scared staying close to his protectors. They could here the sounds of battle in the lower level of the castle it was coming closer. The leader of the group turned to the prince to reassure him but before he could speak he fell to the ground an arrow sticking out the side of his neck. It happened fast to fast. The enemy came at the from the front causing the soldier to rush forard to defend their prince. One by one they fell and as the last knight hit the ground the young royal turned on his heel and fled fearing he would be next. He raced down the halls seeing bodies and blood everywhere. By the time he reached the throne room he was out of breath and panicked. He glanced around the room it was empty except for...a single body. He moved forward fear gripping him he knew those clothes that crown. He knelt beside what used to be his father his king. As he glanced down at him he felt tears threaten to fall. He fought them back standing and grabbing his fathers discarded sword. Throwing open the throne room door he moved through the corridor looking for a way out he made it to the stairs before he encoutered anyone. There where two of them blocking his exit. The memory of his father and freinds filled him with rage as he charged them fighting for all he was worth. The first fell easy the second was a bit harder but he too hit the ground, dead. It was then the anger faded to shock and Prince Valen realized what he had done. His face paled and he dropped the sword in shock. Though he had been trianed to fight he had never killed. It was a hard truth for him to face. He did not move even as he though he heard something behind him. He kept staring at the bodies, the men he had killed.