Warrior's of Oblivion: Keroro's Quest PrologueWarrior's of Oblivion: PrologueWarrior's of Oblivion: Keroro's Quest Prologue by Kingdom-Of-Madness
A dull, red glow emitting from a veil of darkness and the swooshing of soft, rich robes was the only giveaway to that someone was moving through the shadows. A candle was lit on an oak wood desk illuminating a long roll of parchment accompanied by a bottle of jet-black ink that was currently propping up a hawk, feathered quill. The sound of a chair being pulled back and an unknown being taking a seat in it seemed to echo around the large room as if in the depths of a cold, earthy cave. This being was in fact a very important man, who practically held the world in the palm of his hand. He was known around all the provinces as Emperor Garuru, the worlds ruler who's word is law and will is absolute. Taking the now ink, soaked quill he pressed the tip of it to the top of the parchment and begun writing what would be his last journal entry he would ever write.
Taking a deep breath he began, reading aloud as he went.“I was born 56 years ago, for 34