Darrian walks across the beach. All he could think of was Dawn’s prophecy. So far he had done everything, except the part about the Queen.

He can't imagine doing anything like that. He wouldn't- he couldn't bring himself to do something like that to an innocent.

Then he sees you, sitting beside the beach. You're in a small dress and your features vaguely match Dawn’s. He knows of you, the daughter of a King who recently died.

Darrian takes a breath before approaching you. He has to do this.