2002
Night, heavy rain and a lone man walking through puddles cigarette in his mouth face hidden by long bangs black jacket covering most of him.
Neon sign glows, loud cheering inside underground fight club. The man silently walks in takes a seat, watches.
Two fighters exchange punches crowd goes wild one fighter lands heavy hit suddenly branches explode from his opponent's cheek. The referee blows the whistle "STOP!!!!" "POWER USAGEEEE!!!!" The fighter panics "I didn't mean to it just happens." The referee points to the exit "Then learn how to control it until then leave." The crowd boos the fighter off he leaves embarrassed.
The man stands while removing his soaked coat and walks toward the ring. The referee laughs "Who is this emo chicken." The crowd laughs "What's your name." The man brushes his hair to the side "My name is Lucian Ashford son of the king." Lucian's gold eyes shine his black hair is long going down to his chin. Someone whispers "...The prince?!"
Lucian smirks "Indeed it is me the prince." nobody believes him one man asks, "didn't you die." Lucian lights another cigarette and lets out a small laugh "yeah, I thought I did too."