As the heir to Taldor’s throne, Carrius experienced a childhood of curtailed freedoms. He had few friends, only the carefully selected children of noble families who arrived at prescribed times and played approved games. A guard followed his every movement, a personal foodtaster ensured his safety at mealtimes. With a dead mother and a distant, disturbed father, Carrius had only his older sister, Eutropia, who he could truly call family.

Despite it all, Carrius was a happy child who rarely minded these fetters. He was a boy wise beyond his years who understood the importance of his role and was grateful for the consideration of those around him. When the young prince grew moody and fretful, threw tantrums, or retreated into himself, Eutropia was the only person who could soothe him. The two children were inseparable: Carrius looked up to his sister, and she fiercely protected the boy.

Carrius’s death came as a great shock to everyone, not least of all the prince. One moment he was arguing with his father, and the next there was a sense of shock, falling, a distant pop in his neck, and then nothing. He found himself wandering the gray mists of the Boneyard, where he had time to come to terms with his death before judgment sent him to Nirvana. But the prince’s rest was not final. Torn from the afterlife and restored to the mortal world, he was drugged and used as the “Twilight Child” to further a cult. He now suffers from fragmented memories of his childhood and only seeks peace.