PROLOGUE

The world was unexpectedly dark for a poor, undignified woman. A thin body with a pale face ran while screaming for her child. Barefoot Sierra ran through the mist-shrouded forest. Sierra continued to run in a torn white dress. Her temple looked bloody. Unfortunately, she could not find her son. Who knows where the two royal guards had taken her son.

"Evander!" cried Sierra in the dark forest. The rain fell so hard that it soaked the woman. She cried incessantly, calling her son's name.

Her footsteps stopped when she saw her daughter being tortured by a man she knew. Sierra covered her mouth with her

left hand. She could only see her dead son from a distance. With her own eyes, she saw her son thrown into the ocean.

Sierra ran to the edge of the steep cliff as the men left. She screamed loudly for her dead son at the bottom of the sea.

"Evander! It's mama baby!"