• It was a bone-chilling day. Not in the terms of heat, but in the terms of events. Today was Prascal's day... a day in which everybody celebrated the death of King Prascal IX. Riots would start against this holiday, and the people would begin a reign of violence. People would be killed... Innocent lives wasted. Many people have to protect the order, namely the Elite Soldiers of Prascal. They would mindlessly kill any person who was breaking any law... and they were allowed to. A young boy... An infant, was born on this greatly celebrated day. His father was working in a rebellion group with his mother against King Prascal XVII. "The Prascal family has been too long in the possession of the crown," the rebels always said. They had a group headquarters... located in an unknown land. But this location was found. The infant was hidden away in a crate of cucumbers, sans the liquid. The infant wasn't capable of tears or sorrow... A perfect child to hide. This infant never learned his birth parent's names, or where he was born yet... but he will find out. He was named, in fact, after where he was born, and what his parents believed he was destined for. This infant's name was Zhypr Crown, and he wasn't born for any reason... He was destined for greatness.