1.Death

In a tiny kingdom called ' Great Ming Kingdom' by foreigners but called ' Great Ming' by her citizens, a tall man stood in a hall in front of a magnificent door. The door had curving of dragons and phoenixes with another unrecognizable bird at the center of the intricate design. The intricate carvings gave the door a noble grace that indicated how noble the person behind the door was.

The muscular man was surrounded by tens of individuals dressed in official garb made of gold and the finest silk.

These people of great wealth were all worried. Just by looking at their faces which seemed to be filled with dread, a conclusion that great stress was put upon their minds could easily be reached. All these men and women looked at the muscular man in his golden robes with fear and subservience. Very few looked at the man with respect and understanding. The man paced in the hall; his footsteps heavy with worry.

"Your imperial majesty, there is no need to worry for the young prince, he is blessed by the heavens, his luck is sky-piercing, and he will surely survive this calamity," said one of the more submissive officials trying to calm the anxious man who looked as though he was all but ready to declare war upon all nations of the continent should he not get his way.

This worried man turned out to be the king of the Great Ming Kingdom. Although Great Ming was a power unto itself, her national power was far from reaching the strength possessed by the empires of the Eden continent.

What made the King angrier than a bull during the mating season was simply the thought of it as something a prince should have been prepared for and guarded against, but if the idea from the perspective of the king, a loving father, it was utterly unacceptable yet to be expected.

The prince had been attacked by assassins who, with poisoned blades and high cultivations almost sent the prince on his way to an early grave. The prince had survived the tribulation but not before half of his life was claimed by the assassins' poisoned blades. Before the killers had the chance to finish the job and escape like smoke through a chimney, the mighty king of the Great Ming, Anders Ming arrived in response to the prince's screams and quickly dispatched the assassins by bisecting each of them in two by his broad sword. Blood and entrails spilled on the floor causing all who saw the scene to remember how Ming Anders had created the Great Ming, with power and blood.

"Your majesty, Prince Xerxes' life is in the hands of the most knowledgeable apothecary on the Eden continent. Apothecary Zen has skills enough to put the reaper to tears. He is sure to save the young prince from the stinky jaws of death. " Said another official. At this moment, the door swung open, and out came a short scrawny man with a grey beard reaching the floor.

"Apothecary Zen, is my son, okay?" the king asked with a shaky voice.

"Apologies my king, but the prince has succumbed to his injuries. His highness prince Xerxes has left this mortal world "

Apothecary Zen replied with words that left the king petrified and the officials weak to their knees since they knew that heads were about to roll.