"Kingdoms rise and fall...."A man thought in the shadows of his shattered kingdom.Sitting on his throne,the young man brouds on his hatred for this solitued.The stained glass windows depicting crystals of power,that gave his family the authority it had,shattered over the floor.Letting in a crips breeze,whispering words of death and decay in his ears.Over and over these words riddled his mind with pain.A fleeting pain that came with the moment,but terrible as any long term pain.Gren,The last of his hailed bloodline,sat in a relaxed way.His right arm proped up on the arm of the chair,chin pressed to it lazily.HIs legs crossed.The pillar behidn his throne rising up over him,the shadows of his ancestors etched into the pillar.Peering down at him,contant judgement coming from their far off and dead voices.The dark strands of hair on hsi head falling down over his sight as he opened them slowly.The suttle light coming from the vents in the pillar.Dust moving slowly through the air,visible to his eye.A small grin moving across his face."At least the dust has not left this land..."He said in a haze.Life had left the city almost entirly.Beyond the rubble.Beyond the empty homes.Beyond this city,their was life.Life that seeked to strike down this city.Slowly the forces of an unknown kindom moved on this technological marvel of a city.The footsteps of thousands of troops moved down apon the city like a wolf apon its kill.Clad in armor and armed with automatic weapons.Their fingers preped to pull the trigger at the slightest danger.Gren cared not for their aproach.They did not know his position.Outside the castle halls they stood looking left to right for their last target.Gren moved his head slowly off his fist.Placing his hands flat at the ends of the chairs arms.Uncrossing his legs,he pulled himself to his feet.His boots clapping to the stone floor dully.Walking slowly from the throne room,into the halls.No hurry in his step.No emotion on his face.Making his way to the grand doors of his palace.Twin statues of a maiden,long forgotten in name,standing to hold the rooftop.The troops stood still confused of his position slowly turned facing him.Gren looked to his left,2 men lay dead.Counsilmen.To his right 2 more,blood pool underneath their robes and onto the sacred stone of his palace.Turning his head to the troops once more,he took a single step.The men raising their weapons.Pointing at the lone king,ready to fire.He continued down the stairs in slow strides.A singel stream of gunfire moved over the stairs.Possibly an amater shot as it moved over the steps slowly mosing him entirely until it came around in a circle.Clashing with an unknown substance infront of Gren.The image of halberd flashed infront of him.His steps never changing as they let loose.Bullets came down on him as a hail of iron.Clashing with many different ethereal shapes.Making his way to the second platform he raised his right hand and swiped through the air.The eleven weapons materialized smacking many bullets away.Clenching his fist the weapons began to spin around his form.Blocking bullets in countles numbers.Reaching to his left he gripped a single blade and leaped forward.

                          His story does not end here.But the kingdom shall fall.