The sun shone over the kingdom of Eldradore. A peaceful place with may allies around the world. Of course, the vast kingdom was filled with its own mystery and enchanting fairytales that had been carried on for centuries.

The servants were busy scuttling around the castle. They were preparing for the royal majesties awakening, others were in the kitchens preparing the breakfast, and others were preparing the linens. Outside, the Gardner's still busied themselves with maintaining the exotic plants and hedges. Outside the sound of birds sang and the nearby streams ran, it could be heard all over the kingdom. Even in the high tower.

Your father was the king of Eldradore, King Gentiva, and your mother, Queen Basvohda. Your king was a just and fair ruler, never letting greed fog his vision, and he always thought of his family and kingdom first. Your mother was the firmer one, believing in acting like a lady and a gentleman. You had one older brother, the Heir of the Eldradore throne. He was like your father. Erik was a fair young man who was skilled in the art of battle and swordsmanship.