(The events that led up to this point have been played out in a ChatRP if you are truly interested in what happened please divert your attention to the Roleplay Cove Chat Logs for 01.03.2014 [or 03.01.2014 for people from the USA] thank you very much) Staying in the shadows of the garden, Messorem stood alone yet again. Another someone he cared for dead and gone with the wind. Just as he transcended into his final stage a person again disappeared from his reach. Unable to comprehend his heart turns to dark… blackening his mind and soul, his skeleton now fully black and his red eyes the only color that differentiated from the black. He gazed at the moonlight sky… one small tear came down his now emotionless face. He looked around to see if his other friend was still here, but it seems he as well has left him. Now alone he slowly paces out of the garden and onto the front of the palace, mounting his horse he dashes off into the distance. His horse furiously galloped along the stone road out of the palace and into the town bellow, its eyes were red as blood and its look was dark and ominous. With his ragged hood covering his now blackened skull Messorem sought to leave this place and forget the events that occurred here. No longer feeling any lingering affection towards anyone or anything, devoid of any emotion of any kind he rides out of the Kingdom and into unknown territory. In two months of travel he finally reached his home kingdom… the doors were wide open for him but the crowd of people that were there did not cheer on for his return, they saw his black heart and they mourned to see their future king has taken the path of pain and suffering. As he approached the palace gates his mother and father awaited with open hands all cheerful and smiling… but alas it was short-lived as they saw their son now changed and tainted into the darkness. He gazed upon them with soft eyes as his mother shed a tear through her eyes. His mother enveloped her hands around him and sobbed lightly, his father with a sad look himself placed his hand on his shoulder now looking away from him. He turned away and walked off with two guards following him. His mother looked at him as she had her own heartbroken… the guards looked down to the ground as they knew what has happened to the kingdoms’ son. She spoke with a soft tone, a thing she rarely did “Who was it? Who hurt my son so much and why… who would torture you so much, who… who?” she started sobbing again, looked right into his mother’s eyes the look on his face remaining the same at all times “It is not who mother but what… I felt it’s thorns as it choked me down, choked me down and throw me into the abyss and I felt it’s darkness… darkness shrouded my mind and surrounded me from every side. The darkness that only love could bring out.” He slowly reached for his mothers hands and gently removed them, he looked at her and could not smile… not even to comfort her, he simply nodded and walked into the palace. Night had again befallen the kingdom but this night was darker than any other… the dead rolled in their crypts and the sounds of the crypt lords howled through the sorrowful night. Messorem stood on the balcony of his room, gazing at the dark sky trying to un-ravel what seemed like a puzzle in his mind… trying to adapt to the changes in his heart and mind. He continued to gaze at them as if he was almost in a trance, not knowing what else to do he laid down on the floor and gazed up into the sky.