1 Prologue

The sound of cheers and chatter were faint as a King weakly staggered his way through a hallway.

"I must get to the Council of Elders." his frail voice echoed.

His heart ached emotionally and physically. Even though he was drunk, he knew that he was about to die. His mouth sprout out fresh blood, and he hopelessly wiped it off with his robe. His knees grew even weaker, vision blurry. When he got to the door, he hit it with his shoulder and burst in. The council of elders looked down at him from their high seats.

"King Raglan," they spoke in unison.

"Meelzib has decided to kill me off." King Raglan dropped to his knees, and weakly looked up at the Council of elders.

"Yes, it is only a matter of time before you breath your last." their voices echoed in unison.

"Why must this be? What will become of my people after I'm gone?" King Raglan got on his fours and coughed out blood. It splattered onto the floor, staining his hands. He stared at it in a daze. His ears ringing and, chest burning.

"They will suffer injustice."

"I have failed my people." King Raglan lamented.

The council of elders murmured among themselves. King Raglan couldn't make any sense of what they were saying. A tearing sensation ripped through his heart. He groaned as blood trickled down his lips.

"Do not despair your royal majesty for there is hope."

King Raglan faced up once more and for a moment, a glow of hope filled up his eyes. "Tell me," he demanded with impatience.

"There will come a new ruler. She isn't of royal blood, but she will be one of the greatest leaders Dark Star will ever have. She will put an end to Meelzib's reign of terror and liberate Dark Star."

"Oh joy!" King Raglan's bloodied lips twitched into a smile. "Your words have relieved me."

"Go now to your party, your majesty, for she is there. She will be the last person you will see."