The world was at last at peace, the line of the Master Knight had vanished entirely, no one believed it to exist anymore. The same could be said for the King of Darkness, no one had taken the throne in 50 years.

Life had surely taken a complete turn.

In the city of Aralon, a town party had begun, everyone in the city were taking part in some way, shape or form. Whether they were kids playing on the rides or eating the delicious sweets that were being served or they were paid workers making sure everything was going smoothly.

Franden, a small boy by the age of 13 had at last recieved some cotton candy.

"Greatest stuff ever," he smiled. "Nothing can go wrong today." However, he never realized that his life would soon turn for the worst before the day was out.