"When the first sun joins the second on the horizon, my son, a season for this kingdom shall change."
In a stuffy, dark room these words escaped the cracked lips of an aged man. Beyond countable years, he had seen many things. His wife and only child had died during the child's birth. He had later taken Lord Rigal as his own upon the death of his brother, his only sibling. "Are you ready?" asked Rigal, in a voice that showed tenderness only for this aged man. "I will be," came the scratchy reply. "The questiion is, are you?"
