Caloop stood looking out one of the windows at the colorfully lit city below. During his time when he use to live on the streets, this use to be his favorite day of the year. Everyone would forget about social status and just enjoy themselves as they celebrated the new year. But now through the incredible generosity of the king he had been hired as a guard so he had to work. It still confused him as to why the king would want a kid from the slums working as his guards, however he was far from complaining. Over the past couple of years he had built up the muscle to properly wear the heavy armor and use the large broad sword. His blond hair had been cut short so that it didn't get in his eyes during sparing or in any real battle. Along with the muscle and hair he was now clean, compared to his old dirt covered self. He also didn't use his magic anymore. Using magic was only allowed by the higher up guards and he didn't want to get himself evicted out of this new found life. Looking at Caloop now and Caloop form the slums you would think there were completely different people. With a sigh he brought himself out of his thoughts and continued his rounds. He walked out onto the castle wall and turned his head as the sound armor falling against stone greeted his ears. A peep wrinkle creased into his forehead, confused as to why the man would fall. "Hey are you okay?" Caloops yelled over to him. When the man didn't respond he walked over to check. The closer he got the realization of what had happened became clearer and clearer, until he stoop over the lifeless body a pool of blood forming on the ground the blood slowly flowing out of a small hole in his neck. He looked across the courtyard and watched one by one as the guards on top of the wall fell like dominoes lined up in a row. Caloop stood there frozen for a moment, the shock of what was taking place sinking in. The castle was under attack. He needed to warn the Royals. With a quick turn he took off back into the castle to find them.