Oxford sat on his throne, he was the King, the ruler of the LunarWings. He was waiting for a visit from either King Concordia of the VisperWings or King Darkstorm of the LakeWings as he loved both of them and they both loved him and each other as well. His thoughts were interrupted when you, one of his subjects, walked in. Ahem… hello young LunarWing, what do you need?