The Kingdom of Everglenn, its had its share of shallow times in the past, years and years before their current King, and far before that the land was hardly called a Kingdom, but the villages held stories of the mighty and strong willed that roamed there. Forging from the great steel that laid within the rocks of the mountains, they built a castle like no other. It held the appearance of pearl white stones, scraps from mining, but laid within were supports of their strongest metal. It was built so that no earthquakes could shatter it, where it could take the beatings of a thousand armies and still stand, as a sign for peace and justice, a place that people could look for guidance, where safety was gifted just by laying your eyes on it, a place where a Kingdom was born. Within that Kingdom a single family emerged, Hetterwood, the family held all kinds of rulers, ruthless war seeking, tranquil peace keepers, greedy barters, selfish loners, but none of them, none of them ruled up to King Mitus, Everglenn’s current ruler. He ruled in a way that was fair for the people and the countries around them. He created an equal trading system that aloud old separations become a thing of the past and form new allies. He managed one of the greatest armies known to date, but fought very few wars since there was only a couple warring countries. And he did all this while raising a family, a young and beautiful wife at side, who shared golden twins with each other. 

The pair fit for each other better than two cards from the same deck, though they had their differences, they were looking forward to growing up and living their lives standing by each other’s side. A youngling of a child, standing in a sloppy manner but wore clothes that fairly resemble royalty: tight black pants with a collared blouse that seemed too big to fit him and held air throughout most of it, his shoes were similar to that of his sister’s though with a golden buckle laid across the strap. His hair laid around the crown of his head at the length of a child’s hand. His tropical blue eyes rested on his twin’s hands as she showed him a brightly colored rose. He started to form a smile to share the moment with her but he had to share her pain instead as she was pricked by one of the thorns. His eyes widened at the sight of her blood. He hadn’t seen that velvet liquid often, this being probably his fourth or fifth time, it still shocked him. He grabbed her hands gently in his clutches, looking over her wound as if to reassure himself it was real, “Jemma!” he shouted in worry, “Come on, let’s fix your finger,” grabbing her wrists and pulling her with him as he ran inside to the nearest maiden. Future ruler of Everglenn and forever guardian of his sister, Prince Jasper.