"So," Rian fixed the collar of his shirt before he leaned back in his throne. His gaze went to the advisors and generals in his throne room. "Any news that you must report?"

Rian has been King since he was 16 years old. He's 37 right now. And he only became King that young because his father was killed. It's sad really, being King at such a young age. But Rian never let it bother him.

"The crops are up 2% since last month." One advisor said.

"However, the blight is catching up faster than expected." Another advisor said.

The blight is an energy that destroys any crop in its path. It creates a famine which would last for months, almost a full year or longer, depending on how dangerous it is.

"And any suggestions on how we must prepare?" Rian asked everyone. His voice was deep and soothing, yet commanding. There was a growl that could barely be heard in his voice yet it was there.