█ Hardwell Estate - St. Mawes, GB. █
█ Three in the morning. █
It was a beautiful, starry night. The moon was shining over the sea-side cliffs and the air, it carried the scent and sound of sea even so high up the cliffs, all the way to the mansion. You see, it was the time of the year at the beginning of Fall when it's just cold enough that you can fully start to enjoy the warm embrace of your blanket again. Perfect sleeping conditions for anyone but the young Duke of Cornwall.
In his chambers, there he slept. As restlessly as Atlas himself. Every once in a while he would twitch and roll around in his large bed, covered in sweat and mumbling the same chant over and over again:
''I am the son of the bastard and his loving wife.
I am the King of Ashes,
the Herald of Fire and Life...''
His mind was plagued with a vivid dream - no - with a vision. For the last month he has not dreamt about anything else. The vision of a God-bird made of fire. It always went down the same: As the bird's humongous shadow falls over the Earth, and it starts descending, all begin withering to ash. No one is there to fight it, for no one can stand up to it's radiating burn. With every flap of it's wings more and more die. First go the villains, then the protectors and under it's last flap die the meek. This goes on and on until only Matt and the winged omen of death remain. Alone on a barren Earth, before finally becoming one majestic destroyer...
That's when the young Duke wakes up screaming. However, he is not greeted by his luxorious chambers. Instead he comes to his senses lying naked on the floor, in the middle of a completely scorched room. But what has happened? Was this an attempt at his life? Or was this his own doing? Was his hand led by the God-bird? Too many questions arose from that eventful night, but there was no time to answer any of them. From sheer shock Matthew faints until his butler finds him the next morning...
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