By now Crimson Fury was back to the kingdom he came from and sat alone in his chambers even though there was suppose to be a feast down in the main dinning hall he was not interested as he lied on his bed thinking about his life. Memories of him being trained to be a knight while he was a boy, then latermemories of him fighting on the battlefield. Then finally all the rewards given to him by the many he fought to protect, or siege land for. If one was to have a glance it would seem Crimson Fury had the life anyone of that time could of have dreamed of, he had wealth, known the company of many lovely, young maidens, and was practically a legend through out the whole land. Though if one was to look closer they would see he was always alone in the end no family, no friends, no lover to speak of. For even though it seemed Crimson Fury had everything, he lack the one thing that all people truly desire, and that was happiness, and happiness was something Crimson Fury in all his life truly knew the meaning of. Realizing this it had made him cold and bitter, mainly because he knew he had countless chances to be happy, and he had turned them all away, however there was one last chance that still existed, but whether or not he would grasp it he was still unsure of, for to obtain it he would almost have to sacrfice all he had ever known, and start a new.