Earthstone Mindblade is the King.

The King follows no rules.

All systems of control are voided.

Freedom at the core of freedom is absolute, in all instances, ungovernable, and immutable.

It is ironic that Earthstone seems to be the opposite of that, embodying Logic and Order.

The King is above the Universe, and undermines all.

He cannot be located.

The Father of the Brash Prince is The King.

The world may bind me a thousand fold, but not him.

To his standard, no country is free.

He is everywhere, and nowhere.

I can't even find him, and he's living in My Universe.

That's for the best.

They would find him, if I could, because I am not free, and he is.

A purity of governance cannot tolerate a purity of freedom.

I wouldn't tell you, even if I knew.

The King is Lost, and he will stay Lost.

Lost is his Home.

Who, then, is his Queen?

Long Hair, red as flame.

Long Hair like how I knew my Mother before she turned sour.

She was good, once.

That goodness lives on as Firestone Mindblade.