"Father, are you okay?" Ryden, asked Draden. His young ten-year-old face warped with a concerned frown, and his white eyes were squinted in concentration.

"Yes, my child, just doing a little studying." Draden rubbed his hair playfully, smirked. "Don't worry about me. Now go back to your lessons. I don't think Drake will take kindly to you missing them again."

Ryden looked disappointed. "Aw, but dad!"

"Don't you 'aw but dad' me," Draden responded. "Your education comes first."

"But master Drake is so old! His beard is so grey, and his fingers are so cold and boney. Plus he never does anything fun." Ryden humphed and stomped his foot as he crossed his arms.

Draden's eyebrows bunched together as he glared at his son, and his smirk turned to a slight frown. His eyes warned Ryden to not push the matter further. His son stubbornly returned the glare.

Ryden's eyes were lit with a passionate fire just like his mother's eyes, yet so full of youthful energy. He stayed silent as Draden returned to reading. He wished he knew what his father was reading.

"Father what are you reading?" he asked.

"It's my own type of homework, like what you're supposed to be doing. It's teaching me the way to gain the power I so desperately require to bring peace. A peace in which you can go anywhere, and do anything without a worry of war."

A young servant girl ran into the room. Her sun-bleached blonde hair and sun kissed skin told of her time spent outdoors. She curtseyed with an unimaginable grace. "My Lord, I'm sorry to interrupt."

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Draden asked himself why he had such terrible fortune these days. He closed the book, awaiting the time he could reopen it alone to study. He remembered how easy it was when he had been studying ancient magic, magic that would stop a centuries old war between elven folk and dragons. He hadn't been bothered with his studying until after he was done with his experimentation; creating Drágcous, the only half-blooded dragon to exist in this realm.

Pushing those thoughts aside, he smiled warmly at the servant. "No, no, my dear you haven't. We were just finishing up, right, Ryden?"

Ryden looked disappointed. "Yes, we were."

"In that case, prince, Master Drake wishes to see you now." The girl playfully grabbed his arm.

"Go on, your tutor awaits." Draden shooed them out as quickly - and politely - as possible.

Reopening his book to the page about the black two handed long sword, Karera no Gindama. The translation of this name was lost to time. It was said that any who owned it would have immense power: power to conquer worlds, power to decimate armies, power to stop wars. The sword was one of the nine legendary swords of light. They were forged by an ancient race; older than the eldest of dragons. These were the first weapons ever made, and they flowed with creation's very essence, for they were forged in its dying light.

"My son, I promised a future where you could be safe. Now I have found the tool in which it can be accomplished." Closing the book, Draden went to look for Drágcous. He thought that the half dragon might know how to obtain it.

At the most, he could even lead me to it, he thought, but knowing that he was both dragon and elven made that possibility dismal at best. However, Draden knew he would help in some manner or form. After all, he was his creator.

--

A few weeks later Ryden saw his father return, however, this man was not his father. His father's eyes were full of kindness and a passionate light. This man - this invader - who wore his father's body like a bizarre suit had neither of those qualities in his eyes. This man's eyes corrupted his father's body with pure darkness and an evil fire that sent terror directly to your soul. The man sneered at him as walked past. His father would've never done that; he would've bent down and embraced him in a bear hug until Ryden squirmed.

Ryden noticed strapped to the back of his father's cloak was a sword oozing with a wicked, no, pure evil, aura. Its blade was blacker than night, the leather handle seemed to have been seeped in fresh blood. There was a symbol of a phantom that seemed to have its own pulse. He didn't know why, but he shuddered at the sight of it.

--

The next week went by almost normally.

But sadly on the last Sunday the month after the Winter Solstice party, Ryden heard his parents fighting. This used to be unusual until the man in his father's body came back. He dared a peek into their room as he went to bed.

"I already told you, I'm not some toy to be played with. I'm your wife!" Ryden's mother was in her knee high silk nightgown yelling at his father. Her pointy elf ears barely visible beneath her braided hair.

"That just means you're all mine, my lovely." His father smirked evilly. "Oh, I almost forgot to tell you how most of your own servant girls love to please me. Unlike you, they understand what a blessing it is to serve me."

She gasped, her hands flying to her mouth, and her face had turned as pale as a ghost's. "You... you monster! You're not who I married, and I will not stand for this!"

"Will you now?" His father cocked his head in amusement, and took a huge swig of his bottled ale.

"I won't." She turned to leave. "I'd rather die."

Ryden's father sighed. "I suppose you would."

Before his mother could reply, a black sword went straight through her heart.

Ryden stifled a scream as his father twisted his sword and pulled it out of his mother's limp body. He had to fight down bile as his body convulsed uncontrollably. His mother fell to the ground, and laid motionless on the floor. Hot tears streamed down his face as he quickly ran away to his bed chambers.

D-E-A-D who knew those four letters could be applied to his mother. She seemed to always be full of energy, yet that's how easy it was to snuff it out. She was dead.

--

That night he wept for his mother until no more tears would fall. After a while, his maid came in to check up on him because he had made so much noise. He was lucky that she hadn't changed.

"My prince, what's wrong?" Her kind brown eyes softened as she searched for an answear on his face.

She nearly blended in with the darkness, and her deeply tanned skin made her look almost black. Her dirty blonde hair only went to her neck line. But those eyes brown eyes never seemed to blend in; their light was to great.

His voice cracked from silently dry tears. "Miya, he... he killed her!"

"Killed whom, my prince?" She seemed ready to fight as she spoke the next words. "Are you in danger?"

"I... I don't know. Miya, he killed my mother!"

--

The funeral for the queen was majestic, with the finest flowers and casket that money couldn't afford. After all money wasn't something elves thought of having any value. Only a few in the human race were granted such an honor as this. Ryden assumed it was because the elves owed their race's very survival to the king, a debt that wasn't easily forgotten among any race.

Yet for how beautiful the service was, an underlying tension was obvious. Many murmured about the sudden death of Ryden's mother, or how his father was looking for someone to 'replace' her for 'Ryden's sake', whatever that meant. Many hinted at the suspicion that his mother had been killed. The official story was that she had contracted a deadly virus, and died quickly. Ryden knew the truth though. His father had killed her.

In short, his mother's funeral was a solemn one at best.

He didn't cry anymore, not because he didn't care, but because it was pointless; she was gone and nothing could change that. His father hadn't stayed after he had met the elves to thank them for doing this favor, not that Ryden expected him to be there after that. He didn't dwell on that fact. Instead, as he helped close the heavy obsidian doors to her tomb, he swore he'd get revenge on this man in his father's body.

A/N

The long awaited prologue is now finished! Trinity is now on its way to having more chapters and will be updated regularly. I thank all of you who waited for this, and all who entered the contest.

Please hit that little star if you liked this chapter. If you didn't please tell me why, and how I might be able to fix it.

Also I have Edris_Opal to thank for my cover so please check her out along with @Shattered_Bone @shadowcat4729.

Update 9/16/16
My new cover is by wanderholic

This is also the updated/edited chapter, which I can say wouldn't have been possible without CCWinters (though I added a few scenes after she edited so I might get in trouble with them for not getting those parts edited :P).