Fed up! Sick of being a kid! If you’re the youngest in the family, that doesn’t mean that at seventeen you should still have a pack of babysitters walking after you, wiping your nose with embroidered handkerchiefs! I’ll just run away! To the Bright Lands. Dad just happened to get another, completely out-of-their-mind Bright team… And we’ll go with them!
And what if I’m the son of the Dark Lord?! Am I not a person, then?.. Hmm… an interesting question…
May the Bright road be yours, Dark one!