In the twilight stood the gray archer, waiting. Waiting for the chance to gain back what was rightfully his.

His castle, his heritage.

His people, his hope.

His land, his dreams.

His love, his reason for living.

To the gray archer all of these were important but without his love none of the others mattered. He loved the princess with all his heart and soul; but all he could do now was love her from afar.

How dare he say that I am the imposter! How dare my brother say I killed our father the king! I am the king! I am the king...

Looking once more at the castle, he sees the shadow of his princess pass by her bedroom window. Does she believe the lies too, he wondered.

With tears in his eyes, he draws his bow, letting an arrow fly to signal to his followers that they needed to draw back. He promises tothe shadow in the window that one day soon, he'll return and become king once agian.

But for now, all the gray archer can do is turn back into the darkness to wait for the next twilight so that he may see his princess once again.