Zach and I met for the first time when we were young. It was the time when I died for the first time after my birth. That was the first time I tasted what it felt like when your breaths seize, your heart stops, your vision blurs and soon fades and you cling onto every gasp just to live for a few more seconds. I was five back then, and he was, too. Nigrack was under my father’s control. His name, Zion Shadow. My mother was his dark aurrior, her name Aria Shadow. She was like Morka is to me for my father. Everything seemed under control until one day mana imbalance reached its maximum potential. The dark ministers of my father along with my mother and him went into the court that day while I, along with other servants, were asked to leave the Black Lore palace. They knew what was coming. It
