Story of Chroma

The black-lined man took a seat, crossing his legs one over the other as he looked upon his children. They where each needing of his guidance, each his wisdom. Yet, what could a man who'd lost everything offer in wisdom? Nothing, nothing that'd be worthy of following or awe perhaps. Though, maybe it would be something they could learn from and become better than he was? After all was that not what a father always wished of their children.

What part of their life should they focus upon in this lesson? Could they look towards the youth they'd had amid House Zanders in it's zenith? His rise through the military and noble society? The wars he fought in? The battles he suffered and caused suffering within? His life as the sole-bastion of Aurum? His black-lining... Yes, the one thing which brought him and his children closer.

<font color="#58D68D">"Allow me to tell you all a story, the story of how one man's love for his family lead to his inevitable ruin. He was born amid a wealthy family, yet, he refused everything as a young man. Choosing to grow up in poverty with naught but a fallen house to call home."</font> As the man spoke dulled Jade hues gazed across at those present. Settling for a time upon one or the other, never truly stopping though.