Chapter 3 The night the hope died

As the servants rushed the wailing child to King Dracon, all the court bared witness as they presented him with the boy. "Test him now minister, Let the whole court bear witness to the mystic powers that will bless our dear heir." The minister quickly stepped up to the wailing infant and rested his hand upon the infant's head. A fire shone brightly in the infant's eyes; as the minister removed his hand the light

faded, and the infant cried again.

"Your majesty the prince is gifted

with the power of fire and is of a very high level." Minister Jove exclaimed.

"Your majesty the prince will be

feared and respected by all and bring great fortune and prosperity to our

lands." Minister Jove added to his proclamation. All the witnesses of the court

cheered in celebration for the good fortune their future ruler will bring upon the kingdom.

Meanwhile back in the queen's chambers, Lady Alesia hands over her niece to Queen Vivienne. With a knowing glance between the sisters,

they relished the knowledge that their plans had worked. The tonic Lady Alesia had given her sister had hidden the true mystic power lever of the princess.

All was safe and secure for now. Minister Jove had just left the room after examining the infant and told King Dracon the girl possessed the mystic power of ice but was at an extremely low level. Little did the king know that not

only did the princess possess the power of ice but could also wield the power of all the elements, with a level equal to that of a god.

King Dracon, although filled with joy at the birth of his son, had a darker desire to fill this night. A desire that would bring on an age of darkness.

An age that sees him as the supreme ruler of all. For he plans to sacrifice his soul to the Father of Death and reign over the land as a Dark lord. Salvation will soon become no more than a child's daydream or a wish upon a falling star. Many will die in the days to come never knowing what living truly means.