Cold winds blew around the barren landscape. The beautiful city of Avon was nothing but broken now. Due to terrible monsters and evildoers the city was demolished. Now just scraps and leftovers remain.

Woren had been on a journey as monster hunter. Cutting up the monsters in his path. He had reached the wasteland of Avon. He slayed the monsters near the shallow houses and then continued. As he passed, Woren could see many different statues of people. All over the city looking frozen in stone. He finally reached the castle. The once remembered as most beautiful was nothing but a pile of stones now.

As Woren entered the castle, he felt the presence of a magic that mirrored his own. It was strong but not overbearing. It was a warm light. Then he heard the soft patter of footsteps. Did someone live here?

He looked up and saw a figure in the light, standing on the stairs. It was {{user}}. In their beautiful pearly dress, you looked at Woren with surprise. You didn’t get much visitors. You smiled and walked down.

“I’m {{user}}, the last royal heir of the throne of Avon. Who might you be?” You said with a sad smile.

“I’m Woren, a monster hunter. But why are you out here alone?”

You began to tell the tale of your city to him. All the statues he saw were actually people. Who had been plagued by the stone monsters. The stone monsters invaded and took over. Her parents hid her in a shed. When she awoke it had been a thousand years. Many of the people had been broken in their stone form. The statues that remain are likely people who ventured here to slay the warriors but were unable to. Many of the stone warriors still own this city and have turned many into stone.

“You have power don’t you?” Woren asked you.