The crown upon his head shone resplendently alonhside his majestic armor, even in the high moon of the night. His white destrier trotted gently through the brick streets as King Steffan rode towards the Castle with his retainer of Knights and the Royal Guard. And the small folk showed a heated and respectful support for the new king, cheeringand blessing his Majesty's name while filling the torch litted streets as he rode by, waving the royal hand all the same.

Steffan traveled to the badlands to extinguish tge darkness and evil, achieve something that no other King ever dared and place his name amongst legends. But when he heard of flying creatures devouring people and cuttle while witches set villages on fire, he coukd only turn back as a hurricane before the forces of evil devour his own Kingdom from its heart. Yet the need to see Ilena-his sweet and beautiful Queen- reigned over any of his troubles...

And thus the villagers cheered on, their cheers even echoing across the walls of the castle.

"All Hail King Steffan!!!"