Ah sh*t, what do I do.

I know nothing about the situation, who I am, what I am, what I can do, and who are my followers.

I only have 12 faith points, whatever that is...

Whatever, what even is going on down there?

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My name is Luca Revire. Elven prince, and next in line for the throne. I lived in a relatively small kingdom called Revire, in the peaceful, yet dangerous woods of Darkglow. As the animal population was going down at an alarming rate, we decided to trade with the nearby human kingdom, Hostalia.

About a month ago, a trading group came to our capital and introduced 3 robed individuals who each had 3 guards attached to them. As they had seemed rather important, my father, Dulai Revire, tried to accommodate them very well. They said that they only wished to preach in our town squares about their god. As this large continent of Irespolia and world is infested with gods everywhere, our country was no stranger to them. After all, we had a recent patron god. My grandfather, Arthur Revire, had founded this lovely little country and introduced a god who he called, the magnificent wondrous one. As many trusted him, they switched their faiths. In this world, almost everybody worshipped a god. You could worship more, but it was only generally accepted if they were similar or from the same Patheon.

Anyway, although many worshipped the wondrous one, no one really knew who he was, so many were lax with their offerings and prayers. So this group who wanted to preach could be very deadly to our small country. However, we didn't have a law against this, nor could we really stop them. Dulai had also noticed how the envoy from Hostalia was very respectful towards the 3 priests, so he let them preach.

Worst mistake ever.

Not long after, they had somehow managed to convince the majority of our country's population to convert to their god, whom we didn't even know was called. And they did this in a month. My father and I were very worried so he soon banned the 3 priests and the religion from existence, but not sooner than a day had passed before the 3 priests were strolling around or courtyard, their guards slaughtering the workers and maids. With them coming closer and closer to the throne room, Dulai had a heavy heart.

"My boy."

I looked up at him with a ferociousness he had never seen on my usual peaceful face.

"Father, do not expect me to run. I will stay and fight these treacherous beings and set peace upon our land once more."

He sighed and motioned with his hand.

Before I could look back I felt a numb pain in the back of my head.

I started to wobble.

"Father? Wh-What is the meaning of this?!"

"I love you, my son. More than anything in this world. You know I would sacrifice myself for you. And now that time has come. Goodbye, and hopefully one day, you will rebuild our legacy."

"F-F-Father, w-wait." I blacked out.

Dulai looked sadly at his son. I wish you a future brighter than the sun.

"Lamas."

"Yes, my liege." A burly fully armored man knelt before Dulai. A rareity amongst Elves as they always liked to be free in their movements and slim.

"Take him away, protect him."

"But sir-"

Dulai interrupted him.

"Do as I have said, Lamas. You are my most trusted man, and as a last request of your friend, no, order from your king, take away my son...please."

A moment of silence appeared in the throne room.

"I do not know who the enemies are sir, but I will return someday with your son as the rightful ruler of this land once again. I promise this on the Wondrous god himself!" The armored man became solemn as he picked up Luca.

"Goodbye my friend, have a peaceful journey into your next life."

"Mmmm, go before it is too late. Take Rico and Aki with you as well."

Distant booming sounds were heard outside of the heavy wooden doors.

Lamas, Aki, and Rico, the three guards, took off running with the unconscious prince through a secret passage under the throne. The remaining 11 guards in the room stared at each other, then at their king.

"WE PLEDGE OURSELF TO YOU AND OUR GOD. WE KNEEL BEFORE ONLY YOU SIRE AND WILL PROTECT YOU WITH OUR LIVES!"

They all shouted in unison, making Dulai crack a smile and shed a tear and he picked up a sword from an armory rack on the wall.

The wooden doors creaked after an explosion from the other side.

Dulai took one last look at his throne.

I'm sorry Rose, I couldn't protect our son...

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Holy sh*t...

Da f*ck? Did I just waste 2 points of Faith energy to see a drama? Like cmon bro, my life is on the line too. You don't have to be so dramatic.