Alaric found himself wandering a bridge, unbothered by the dense smoke and the flames stuck to his clothes. His chest felt empty, a crippling feeling of sadness he couldn't understand. The only clues to his current situation were fractured memories of a towering monster with a massive sword, a warm embrace of safety, a blue beam of light parting the black clouds above, and the familiar slender hand currently holding his own. Won't update frequently, yet. Don't own anything except whatever I create. I could write anything from 500 to 4000 words depending on how I feel. So yeh, expect the unexpected in word counts. Also, no harem. (Unless 1. It makes sense and 2. The characters in the harem can actually contribute positively to the story. If you can give me that then I'll think about it.) P.S. Viego will not exist, I'll do the ruined king justice if he ever comes up.