It was a day, in the kingdom of Woodwin. The villagers greeting one another, smiling, trading, any normal day.

Until, the darkness came.

Shadows, mists, dust of darkness covered the town. Collapsing into despair, sadness, and hatred.

The source of the darkness laughed. "Those knights, that prophecy, all a little kids tale," He said.

"The Knights of another world, come to destroy the void of a darkness that'll be defeat," His voice ranged through the world, shaking the darkness out of the shadows.

"Little they know," He began, the waving of his coal dark cloak swooshing in the wind. "That darkness can never be stopped."

His red hated eyes flashed beyond the darkness of his hood, his smile being seen.

"Moose, can never be stopped."

His hood fell over, showing his pale grey skin, his faded color hood, and most importantly, his blood red eyes.