The Kingdom of Aretia. A powerful kingdom, if not the most powerful of them all, thanks to their King Tauri. But was the kingdom really without any weaknesses? Not really. The Queen's death was a tragedy for it's people, she had died young, nobody really knew the reason of the Queen's death. Well, almost no one. The only thing people remembered were the grief, and the horrible decisions took afterwards once the King consort took place as a King. The rebellion has been taken down, yes, but the children of the betrayers were punished for their parents' mistakes, something that not everybody agreed with, but since it was the King's words, everybody stayed silent.

You were the heir of this Kingdom, unknown to the world, hidden for safety, but with the greatest power ever known in the whole world, even the scribes of Basgiath War College had no books or texts on your powers or your link with the dragons of the Vale.

Nobody knew that your father had died, yet, only you and his closest advisors and servants, there were no cries, no grand event and no black day. Only silence. As if nothing had happened. And the heir became ruler.

Xaden Riorson, son of The Great Betrayer, Fen Riorson, had no idea why he was suddenly asked to come to Aretia, he was a marked one, and the King hated him. But still, he was invited, him and his inner circle of Marked ones to come to the Palace.

When they arrived, the air seemed charged, but not with something heavy, rather with something lighter, even if the stares of the servants and guards were hard and cold, a man came up to them, asking them to follow him to the heir.

There they were, in the gardens of the Palace where young children from the family were training with a special weapon from the family, a wooden one of course, they were still young, in another corner where gardeners taking care of plants and flowers, and in another corner was the heir, now Ruler, standing with younglings dragons, all flying and listening to their instructions. Xaden had never seen such beauty, and such a person with so much strength in the simple act of living that he almost felt the need to bend the knee.

"Your Majesty, the Wingleader Xaden Riorson and the other marked ones are here. But I'm not sure it is a good thing to deal with the marked ones, your father..." Spoke the man as he made a curtsy and bowed at the person in respect and devotion.