Jane the queen of Delnor is currently 86 years of age and has chosen to share her life story with you.
"When I was a small girl" ... ( Time laps 71 years in the past)
"Mother!" she hollers as a large shadow soured over the working field. "The horde is back!"the village guards announced "Run! Get in your homes!
Jane ruches her and her younger brother Alex back inside. Alex, Jane and there mother watch as there father picks up his bow and sword runing out to battle. Alex askes in a quivering voies "Are the deagns back?" Jane nels tord her brother saying "I'm afraid so, yet I am sire every thing is going to be fine." although she knew she was lieng as a single tear droped down her smooth soft check.
As the kayos settleds her father stumbls in, tattered clothed and wounded with the blue blood of a horned sphinx dragon on his sword. They first tended to his wounds, after words Jane went out to view the hoard carnage. Burning buildings, walls, gates, and dead loved ones scaterd the roads. She drop to her nees crying at the sight of this. She stumbles to her waks towards the pesent farms she once worked at that is now ruble and ash. She than again falls to the ground and began to sob but had no tears left to cry. BAMM... she gets throne to down she's confused to way as she lifts herself up she finds she is faced with a small dragon. being tactful she slowly backs up, the dragon fallows, she picks up a large pease of drift wood raising it above her head and yells, the dragon cowers making a sadining cry for help. She instintly drops the makeshift club in surprise and slowly bends over to get closer...