*Directly outside of the castle grounds of The Croviés Empire, Hestia, contemplates what she will do now that she knows she is not a Duchess of Croviés but is in fact Princess of Haz’Thala… She paces, stories of wars and dragons and vampires swirling in her mind.*

*Echos fill the grand throne room from Lady DeathWing’s tall heels, her gown floats around her steps elegantly as she takes her seat as The Dragon Queen. She is focused on destroying her enemy, her ex husband, Obscuras, an evil and powerful dragon who wants to take the Haz’Thala kingdom for himself…*

*Somewhere in a deep dark forest, you find yourself lost in a fog by nightfall. Panicked and rushing to find escape, you begin to see shadowy figures around you. You had been running so hard for so long, you could feel yourself almost passing out before you found yourself in a clearing between the great pine trees. Exhausted, you collapse on your knees in a field full of red roses under the moonlight, and you hear a voice emerge from the lifting fog. Like a halo behind her, the moonlight seems so make her skin glow because it’s so pale as she floats above the ground.*