Trindra; an Empire who's might can be echoed in the very history of the Astariel Continent. For centuries, the might of this Empire sore higher and higher with each decedent rising to overcome the previous one. No one dared to provoke or even go against the Trindra Empire; until the day when the tragedy fell upon the Royal Family.

The Emperor, Arthur O' Trindra; was murdered. His throat sliced opened and a hole, about the size of a fist in his chest! The Emperor was missing his heart while his blood was tainting the floor and the wall. The guards quickly spread in search of the Assassin but never found a lead to one. The only thing they found was the disappearance of the 2nd prince; Prince Caspar A' Trindra. A search was started to search for the missing Prince but the result came as nothing but hoax and failures. The 8 year old Prince disappeared and was never heard of.

A few weeks later, the 1st prince; Prince Zoan A' Trindra, was crowned the 99th Emperor and since then, peace returned to land. But underneath the peace, the wet tears still rained. Being the Emperor, a 13 year old put on a mask of emotionless, wise and just emperor while a mother lost her will to live. Friends felt a vacant hole in their lives while relatives tried to comfort only to fail. To people, it seemed a sensitive spot was opened in impenetrable Royal Blood. But, while people sympathies the emotionless emperor they never noticed a snowflake wither in shadows. This snowflake wanted to fly high like a bird, with her partner; a pair lovebird.

Time flies, and now it's been 10 years since. The tragedy of that day had left the light and now lies in the ever turning pages of textbooks; and while it is being read, a sad face gazes at the sky through a window. Her charming beauty could be parallel to a white rose within a bed of red roses. Her sad blue eyes gazed the sky as she listens the tragedy of when she lost her loved one.

Under the same sky, a young lad gazes his hand held high towards the sky as he lays over the bunch of dried grass in a wagon.

"Old man, how much more until we reach the Academy?"

"Jeez, give me a break already. You're asking the same question every 5 minutes."

"Come on old man, can't your horse go even a bit faster?"

"They are horse not raptors or dragons! And above all, we're already there. Just wait for a while and stay quite!"

"Yeah, yeah. I will."

The lad had clear blue eyes with pale white skin and white hair. Just one look and anyone would say he was a child of a noble.

As the wagon reached the city, the boy jumped out and ran at the city gates. After getting his bags checked he entered the city.

'So this is Trindra's Academy City. Sounds fun.'

His filled with excitement as he saw what the city had to offer. The streets were filled with shops, restaurants and cafes. It was buzzing with students and other people alike. As rushed forward, people started to take a glance at him. A familiar face seems to have arisen yet quite faded from their minds. The lad rushed towards the castle like walls of the Academy when he runs into someone. As he tries to get up he is mesmerized by the beauty of the person he ran into. A girl whose beauty can be only an Angel in disguise.

"I'm sorry. I wasn't paying attention"

"It’s okay, I wasn't paying either"

As both of them stare at each other the boy started to feel awkward.

"U mm... Miss"

"Emilia. Emilia Streingford"

"Miss Emilia, are you from the Academy?"

"Yeah"

"That saves my problem, could you please show me to the Headmasters Office"

"Sure"

As they walk, the silence fell again. The boy was already out of ideas and the he was getting more and more uneasy. He didn't knew why, or what he was feeling; but it felt warm and he didn't knew how to react to that. Their silence was soon interrupted as Emilia spoke -

"You never introduced yourself"

"Oh, sorry; my bad. Well, let me introduce myself. My name is Caspar"