“Nearly eighteen years ago when the elements still walked the earth in human form, a demonic power leaked into the land of Solaria from the darkest part of Lunatario. The elements, earth, water, fire, and wind tried to stop it but in the end were all but destroyed .Their only hope to survive was to seal themselves in the souls of four not yet born boys. Meanwhile the demon that nearly destroyed them hid its self in the body of a young man awaiting the time when the elements would be reborn and it would destroy them once and for all.”

Thealin stopped reading and her nine year old son hopped of her lap
“Mommy know what?”
Thealin smiled
“No Bethin, what?” Bethin let out a huge grin
“I wish I was one of the boys who the elements sealed themselves into.” His mom looked at him
“Oh I don’t think that’s possible.”
“Why?” Bethin asked
“Because Id think they’d have already been born by now.”
“Oh….well I’m going to go play with Herseca.” and Bethin skipped out the door. Thealin gazed after her son with sad eyes
“Someday Ill tell him when he’s older.” and she turned back to her book

~* Ten Years Later *~

“Queen Thealin!” Thealin looked up as a solider marched into the room
“Your son Prince Bethin has returned from the fight at the Kosho Bridge!” Thealin stood up
“Take me to him”.
In the medical ward Bethin was sitting up propped up by two pillows. His left arm was sling and there was a bloody bandage over one eye. Thealin didn’t hesitate she walked right up to him
“What in the suns name happened to you?” Bethin turned his piercing blue eye towards her
“Got shot with an arrow.” His mother glared at him
“..And the arm!” She said pointing to the sling. Bethin looked away
“I don’t really know, I just remember some kind of shadow encircling my arm. A spell, I think it was cast by some man….” He closed his eyes “he had long brown hair and his eyes…yellow I think  ...” The room became very quite and Thealin stared at her son as if she had seen a ghost
“What’s wrong?” He looked around and Thealin raised a hand to his eye
“Let me heal that for you.” She mumbled something and the bandages fell away reviling his other eye but he took no notice
“Who was that man?”  His mother got up and walked to the door
“Your father…” And she left


“WHAT!!” Bethin threw off the covers and raced after his mother.
“What the hell are you talking about!?!” He yelled when he caught up. Not even turning around she answered  
“You heard me that man you met was your father.”
“Liar my dads dead!” he spat out a nearby window
“Same as Herseca!” She turned around
“True Herseca’s dead but not your father not in a hundred years.”
“You make no sense.”
“It makes perfect sense, you see….” She looked at him; her eyes full of pain, a gust of wind from the window scent her long black curls blowing.
“….You father is the one the demon that nearly killed us all sealed itself in” Bethin laughed
“You mean the one from that storey you told me when I was a kid.” She closed her eyes
“Yes...”

Bethin’s face went white and he had to grab the windowsill for support
“W...wha.” tears were streaming down Thealin’s face
“I’m sorry I never told you this sooner but it’s to late now.”
“Mother what do I do now?” Bethin asked and she looked at him
“What do you mean?”
“Well it’s obvious that every one is afraid of him and he did try and kill me so what going to stop him trying again. Not that is matters seeing as he damaged my arm badly enough that even you can’t heal it.” She hesitated before answering
“True you can’t stay here and that arm of yours will probably kill you in a matter of months.”
“Then for the safety of the people ill….”
“I’m not sending you away because you’re endangering us.” He stared at her confused
“What do you mean of course I’m endangering you?” Thealin smiled
“True but that not why I’m sending you away…you have a mission.”

Bethin rode out the palace gates on his black stallion. The villagers called out to him but he dare not look back, for he felt if he knew the sad looks they now carried he wouldn’t be able to go on. He could hear children crying but still he did not turn around. Then just as he was leaving the town he saw some one that made his heart stop.
“Kiama?” His girlfriend smiled
“I wanted to see you one last time.”
“Kiama why…”
“Don’t talk like that you sound stupid.” Then she leaned up and kissed him on the cheek
“Goodbye Bethin” Then she ran back into the crowd and he headed on his way.
“Stupid though.” He thought “Going to Lunatario where there’s only a 3% chance of survival.”

Thealin watched her son go with tears in her eye, she regretted sending him away but she had no choice. If Solaria were to survive Rezac’s wraith then risks must be taken. Besides the amulet she gave would keep him safe, or at least she hoped so but who knows what could happen in Lunatario

Bethin’s journey was peaceful, that is in till he reached the Koroko forest. The forest marked the border and the trees were thick and close together so Bethin had to choose his path carefully. He had only been riding for about half an hour before he was jumped and thrown from his horse. Men with ash black faces and sun blond hair had their daggers out and were circling him. Two men were trying to calm the horse but the stallion was putting on such a fight that the other men had to join in. While they were occupied Bethin had enough time to draw his sword and kill the one closest to him. The others advanced onto him and Bethin skillfully fought them of but with one arm he couldn’t do much and he was growing tired.

Soon his sword was knocked from his hand and something hit him in the back of the head. Suddenly Bethin heard a different noise other then the harsh battle cry’s, it was….a kind of chime or some thing. He saw a man, two guards and a woman with the instrument walk out of the forest around him. At the sight of him the men stopped fighting and stood perfectly strait. The man said some thing to what looked like the one in command and he looked shocked. He turned to Bethin and walked towards him his robes flowing around him, he said something to Bethin but the prince did not hear him for the pain in his head became unbearable and he blacked out.

Bethin had a dream, he was walking amongst the clouds, stone structures kept showing through the haze. Then a voice, female and calling to him and then he saw her.
A little girl crouching under a stone arch with tears flowing down her cheeks. Her hair long and brown dangling past her face and resting on her torn and blood stained dress. He knew her, those eyes one blue one yellow that haunted the memories of his younger years.
“Herseca.” He breathed “Herseca”. She looked up at him with a look of pleading.
“Help me big brother.” And Bethin felt a tear fall down his cheek and splash on the ground
“Herseca….” Suddenly a gust of wind threw him off his feet and he felt him self being carried away from this land of clouds
“Herseca.” He called “HERSECA”