Lydia stared at the glass of wine sitting next to her at the courts dining table. She was awaiting for fighters she sent for and hoping anyone of the immortals would show up. Her main focus know was to protect the remaining lands from being destroyed by her Uncle and his army of darklings. Lydia sighed again staring over at some of the main guards who kept eying her and her beauty. She was sick of it, so she took her long white cloak and hide herself from them. She did not dare want them to take pleasure from her looks.

She stared over to her little dragon friend who made its way towards the table. It could barely fly but managed to land nicely on her lap. She smiled and pet the little pink dragon and said, "Well my friend, this is it and I just hope the word got out and the immortals will come." She stated softly and again sighed deeply in.