Night had fallen over the sleepy city of Anslo, the sun had retreated under the horizon and the stars had come out to play. The moon, however, must have been sick that day and could not play with its thousands of little friends. 

At least that is what Spirit thought as he was guided along the streets of Anslo by his father, King Hfran who was holding both of their hands and guiding them along the dimly lit town made of brick and straw to their palace which towered over the small medieval city where smoke billowed from every household into the night sky. His flowing leather cape shielded the two young princes from harm.  The city was made of cobblestone and straw, most of the roads were dirt but some were able to be made of stone. Many homes were lit by the light of a small candle. That night there was a new moon so no light from the moon could light up the city. Above them were the dazzling stars and the massive greenish-purple galaxies. 

They could hear the waves from the dark and treacherous North Sea from a distance and saw their home just down the street. It was guarded by 2 guards wearing chainmail hoodies, metal chest plates, arm plates, shoulder plates, and leg plates in front of the giant wooden door that was accented with grey steel. The castle was made of stone brick and was a 3-story tall cube with 4 4-story tall towers on the sides. Around it was a moot, where fish and frogs lived about with a wooden drawbridge suspended by metal chains. There was also a 2-story-tall wall surrounding the palace with 4 3-story tall towers on the corners of it.

King Hfran was a tall figure, once a strong warrior prince, but in his older age, his physique had declined. But alas he still commanded respect from his citizens. He had dark copper brown hair with a few tiny silver streaks in it and bright hazel eyes. He wore a regal dark orange tunic with green and red geometric patterns on it, Brown leather boots that were lined with the wool of sheep on the inside, and a large golden crown embedded with rubies, diamonds, and jades. He was a single father, his wife and the mother of his 2 children had passed away after catching smallpox. He refuses to re-marry anyone since he knows his wife will be waiting for him in heaven and he wants to stay faithful to her.

Spirit was a young prince who was only 7 years of age. He was short and had pale skin with icy blue eyes and hair that was not quite blond and not quite brown. He wore a light blue tunic, dark blue pants, white boots, and a tiny ocean blue cape. In his right hand, he carried a tiny stuffed rabbit with button eyes and matted light beige fur. He was easily convinced of anything, he was a child and therefore relied on the experience and knowledge of those older than him to shape his thoughts and beliefs.

Baror was the eldest of the two boys at 10 years old he was a tiny bit taller than Spirit he wore a dusty orange tunic, with dark brown pants, light brown boots with green and orange triangles lined up side by side at the top of them, and a dark orange cape. His hair was slightly lighter than his father's and he had bright copper-brown eyes and wore a little crown on his head. Though he was only 10 years old he proved to be a brave child always asking to go to battle with his dad. His dad did not allow him and said once he was older he could become a warrior. But until that time comes he could train him to become one.

As they traveled through the sleepy town an old woman was walking by, she wore a greyish-red headscarf with green and blue designs on it and a dark red dress with black boots. Her hair was gray and thin, and her skin was shriveled and covered in spots, warts, and moles. Her nails were long and yellowish-white, her nose was long and she had only one tooth left in her mouth. She had a cane to support herself and she would slouch as she walked, then her trusted cane got caught on a rock in the dirt road and she immediately fell onto her face.

King Hfran rushed over to help the elderly woman, he lifted her from the road and helped her stand upright.

“Oh, thank you very much,” The old lady said, “Oh my goddess, King Hfran, it is a pleasure to meet you, oh were are my manners” She continued as she bowed down to him.

“Oh it’s alright, are you alright?”.

“Yes I am quite alright, actually I would like to warn you and your sons of something”.

“What is it”.

“Ragnorok will come and kill every last magical being in the world, your son Spirit will be killed along with you”.

Spirit started to cry and Baror jumped up and down asking if she would do his future.

“If you insist my young noble, you will fall in love with a maiden from a faraway land and you both will have the sweetest love ever”.

“Ew, cooties”.

The old lady chucked and King Hfran looked displeased.

"I don’t wanna die,” Spirit said as he cried so loud the whole city could hear him. After he was done the sound of scurrying of rats from the area could be heard.

“Thank you, but that’ll be enough, please get out of our sight, you have made my son cry,” King Hfran said as he glared at the old lady with disgust in his eyes.

“Alright my king,” she said as she walked away into the darkness, “But head my warning Ragnorok is coming soon”.

“Spirit it’s alright, you won’t be killed it’s just the old lady’s delusions, Ragnarok is not real”.

“Are you sure?” Spirit said.

“Yes, I will protect you, your mother, and your brother with my life, I would never let anything hurt you”.

“Thank you, Dad,” Spirit said as he hugged his father, they all went home entering through the gates into the big and grand courtroom with many chairs lining up the walkway to a big throne made of red cushions and wood. King Hfran carefully tucked both of his sons in for the night and went to his bedroom to contemplate life as he sat on his balcony overlooking his city. He felt a chill in the air as the feeling of something evil and malicious filled the air.