A man kneeled before a silver orb above an oak root, which looks like a long fingers and hands reaching to the sky and holding the orb by its tips. Leoness is an orb identical to the one in Oracle, the Valley of Weredragons sited deep beneath the high sea. Within it, a thick fog circled slowly and enchantingly. An elder of Weredragon, Alnur Kama once warned the kneeling man that the fog seen by most is an illusion, for the orb was made by white rock, not glass. The kneeled man kept his head hung low with both of his hands rested on his right knee. He kept his gaze low to the floor and waited patiently, as he has been waiting for almost an hour now. Just when he was about to draw a sigh, the door behind him opened in a loud bang, followed by hasty footsteps. He did not need to look up to know that the riders are here around him. Soon, the four riders kneeled beside him, head hung low and eyes to the floor. Waiting.

               

                This wait proved to be short when the door to the left of the hall opened almost instantly and a woman in black dress entered. Her small, red lips curved slightly into a smile as soon as she saw the four riders, but she offered no greeting. Instead, she stood behind the orb and raised her hand. Instantly, the orb turned red and the fog disappeared. “It is time.” Her voice echoed in the hall, soft, but powerful. She is the Mage after all, the leader of the witches in Moghul and one of the seven elders of the Order. Her standing gave her authority similar to the Queen herself.

She drew up to the riders and with gentle gaze, she spoke, “This will be our last ride. It is time to bring back princess heir”