7 friends embark on a journey to over take Ukaor, the evil warlock. Some do it for the glory, some for revenge, some earnestly want to stop him. Little do they know their lives will forever be intertwined after the journey's outcome.
8 years earlier.....
"Go honey!" My eyes scanned over the small cupboard-like space. It didn't seem like it could fit a baby's body, much less a ten year-old's.
I shook my head, refusing to do what my father asked.
"Please?" My mother begged, her voice down to a whisper. She plead to me with her eyes, and I knew something was terribly wrong. My parents would never leave me alone, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
"Okay." I tried to sound brave, but my voice still shook with the fear that captivated my body. I scrunched myself up before stuffing myself into the hidden panel in the wall. My father kissed my forehead before closing it, leaving me in complete and utter darkness. It would be the last time I saw my parents' faces.
"I love you sweetie." My mother whispered, and I could barely hear her. I was told to keep quiet and then, all I heard was silence. I could feel my cheeks were wet, but I dared not breathe, dared not move an inch.
Nothing happened for a long time, and I assured myself my parents had only thought something bad was going to happen, that they were only being over-protective. I could feel my fear leaving me, and then it happened.
A heart-stopping scream echoed throughout the castle, and I recognized it at once as my mother's. My father's followed, and I squeezed my eyes shut and hoped to awaken in my bed, and shake off this terrible nightmare. It didn't work; my cheeks became wetter, and I couldn't help myself as I cried out in agony.
Sooner or later, I was fetched by a trusted maid, and brought to my room. I was given one command- to pack- and I did it as quickly as possible. Nothing made sense to me. My parents were gone, and now I had to move away from the only safe haven I had.
I was rushed out to a waiting carriage, and concealed inside, behind boxes and trunks.
"I'm sorry princess. Truly, I am." My driver's gruff voice muttered, and I hung my head down, out of words, and almost out of tears. He put the carriage into motion, and I silently I cried, until the carriage stopped again.
I knew little about why my parents had to die, yet they had known it was coming for a long time. Something about an evil warlock, named Ukaor, and a debt they owed to him. It didn't sound right to me; my parents were royalty, if they needed money they could just tax the people. But when I asked about it, my father always shook his head and told me I would understand someday. Yet they were gone, and I didn't understand anything.
Finally all out of tears, I fell asleep, between a wooden crate and my trunk full of clothing.