[center][h3]Lynn-Naraksh[/h3][/center]

	Upon the bed of the Emperor, a note of yellow parchment was lain. How it got there was a mystery on its own, as no one was seen, no individual suspected. It was sealed in a blood red wax, and upon breaking it it unfolded to reveal its message:

	[i]” Heed and pay favor to the stone sons sent to you. Feed them, or destruction will surely follow their neglect.”[/i]

	As if on queue, upon the finishing of the final word, a screech, a howl, a chilling scream sounded that all the palace and surrounding streets could hear. Its owner was unknown but its tone strong enough to send fear into all that heard it, punctuating the seriousness of the letter, and the stern hand of its writer.