(Before the crumbling of my sanity, in the past, my mind possessed a beautiful empire. One so great, where nothing could have distracted me from forging and expanding upon it. Each sector of my mind was overruled by confidence, bravery, determination, and wit. But despite that, there was one thing… one person that stopped the progression of my empire. Sometimes, expansion isn't a good thing; but fixing, it's completely different.)
Years before the incident, a young man with long dark hair, a healthy build, and cold amethyst eyes approached a small cozy town resting in-between a forest of rusted gears scattered about the hills of icy powder.
Because he felt nervous, Young Duron looked over and checked to see if his ship was safely docked near the town. A relieved grin came from his face.
"Thank goodness. That was one troublesome path."
