Prince Florian had spent the last two years on convincing all townsmen to fight for him. It was hard, though, because people were tired and ever since trades was stopped due to war they were all living a hungry life.

It was the way the South could attack Praaven - By stopping their food supplies and just wait. Florian was mad. He could not let the people suffer like this!

Meanwhile the Royal family had grown with the second Queen Evelyn's and King Tyrion's child. He was now a toddler, and one day he would grew up as the result of a King's fall. Young Princess Beatrice had grown to be a teenager and would soon be an important picture in the puzzle of getting allies.

Florian spend most of his time visiting the garden, when he was not out joining forces. It seemed like they would loose their battle, if no food was coming to Praaven there was not much the people could do. They would not even be able to fight.

His father, King Tyrion, was not much help. He still only had Evelyn in his mind and could not be justified as a good King. It was all on Florian now.

Suddenly! A Stranger appeared out of nowhere in the middle of the Vault. What was this?! He thought. "Who are you?!" He called the stranger.



"I've come for you, Prince." She said her eyes all white. She was not human. She was pale, had white hair and a voice of an undead. "I know you want to save Praaven from devastation. But how can you really save a people you love, if you do not know yourself?" Her voice lingered in his head. Who was this woman?


They sat down. Florian felt something inside he had never felt before. A dizzy uncomfortable feeling. Ever since young adulthood he had spend all time for the people, and had no idea who he truly was himself. Maybe this woman had a point? But how could that help Praaven?



"I know you are looking for Him, Prince. But the road ahead is only dangerous and full of death. Are you willing to sacrifice everything you know and love?" She stood up. "Yes I am. But looking for who? What do you mean?" Florian had cries in his voice. She touched something. It was almost unreal.

"You will only find the Dragon, when you find yourself!" Her voice was loud and clear as crystal glass. After she cried out her words she vanished again just like when she arrived. She was gone.

Prince Florian stood up from the bench. What was he going to do? Was this faiths way of telling him something? Sure was a confusing experience. Florian had to act. But how? She said dragon, was he supposed to hunt for something that had been extinguished for decades? There were no more dragons left in Praaven, he thought.