It had been nothing but a normal day when Archeron - King of Terpola - had received the news. It was news that he was not expecting but, at the same time, expecting. News that he had never even considered would come to him but, at the same time, considered would come to him. News he thought was impossible but, at the same time, thought was possible. It was news he dreaded but, at the same time, knew was inevitable.

Oh, how wrong he was; how wrong the doubts were.

Though his mind both told him it would come and that it would not, Archeron found himself taken very off-guard when he was informed by one of the many messengers. He was lazing in his throne, as per usual, listening to an extremely boring report, also as per usual, when a new messenger came charging into the throne room. Archeron sat up excitedly, knowing that whatever had made this messenger charge in with such passion was worth much more than what he was currently listening to.

A wave of the hand.

The man giving the report left.

The new man looked . . . Nervous? Fearful? It was hard to tell. The two emotions looked so similar and always appeared in front of Archeron. He had no idea why. Who would fear a King as great as he? A King that had done nothing but give love to his people and shed blood only when necessary? Though, apparently, there were rumours he was becoming angrier as is reign continued. It had only been fifteen-thousand years - give or take - and the years had been kind to him! He didn't even look his age!

There was a strange sensation, he realised. A voice in the back of his head telling him today would be the day everything changed. Whether it was some prophetic nonsense he had heard years ago from that priestess who was killed for treason or the sight of this new messenger before him, he didn't know. Even so, he knew that today was the day.

A new chapter in his story.

Something that would make him the greatest King of Terpola to come and ever be.

A way for him to past the test of time and be remembered for eternity.

He was getting ahead of himself and he knew it.

Archeron eyed this new messenger closely. He wasn't all that impressive. Doesn't even seem to be in his thousands yet. The King sat back in his throne, a hand beckoning the messenger closer so he could hear.

"The girl has come of age," the messenger begun slowly. "She is to be coronated today. The Photon Core chose her."

"What did you just say?" The King was all but screaming at this news. The news he never wanted to hear. Of all the days it had to come, it came today. Why did it come today? What made today so special? He did not know.

"Th-the girl," the man stuttered, visibly shaking and failing to hide it at the King's sudden burst of anger. "She has c-come of age. Her coronation is t-today."

"No!" The King yelled. "Not that! The other thing!"

"T-the Photon C-Core chose h-her?"

Archeron screamed his outrage, a string of words he thought he would never use coming one after the other faster than he could count. By now, he had shot to this feet, his power coming off him like a storm. The man yelped, dashing out of the throne room to avoid being hit by lightning. The guards did the same, taking their spears with them.

The Photon Core chose that girl! The King was enraged. He was full of anger and confusion. Why was he not the one to be chosen? He was, after all, much stronger than that girl. He had more control over the power he was birthed with. He was the most powerful King history had seen! Yet, that - that girl was the one to be chosen to wield the power of the Photon Core, and why? Because she was the one who found a fallen star.

Another scream. Archeron stopped, panting. He had expelled his anger. The build up of power inside of him had been dispelled. He looked around the throne room, finding one of his guards laying on the ground. A flick of his power told the King the man was dead. He looked at the body before summoning the slaves. They cleared up the body and the mess created with it.

The King returned to his throne as though nothing happened. The guard was insignificant as were so many of his soldiers. They would lay their lives down for him no matter what. However, he was uncertain they would take part in his next plan.

The plan to take what was rightfully his.

The plan to take the Photon Core.