The full moon shone dimly in the night sky, casting a soft glow on the kingdom of Corona. A raccoon scampered across the quiet street with a large red apple in his mouth, keeping to the shadows as his owner had told him before coming back to the place they were banished from. Quietly, he made his way to an alley were his friend crouched, examining a map of the seven kingdoms and placed the fruit next to his gloved hand. The young man, perhaps in his early twenties, looked at the raccoon with a slight smile. "Thank you, Rudiger," he said quietly, "but I'm not hungry." Rudiger happily began nibbling the apple as his owner, Varian, crossed out three of the kingdoms and circled Corona with a pen. Though it was dark, a sliver of moonlight was enough for him to write. "The seven kingdoms are in grave danger," he murmured as his companion snuggled against his side. "I have to warn the king before...it happens." Rudiger chittered questioningly. "Desperate times calls for desperate measures, old friend. We have to bbecome allies or else we all die." Varian sighed and looked up at the full moon. "I used to wish for this: Corona's destruction. Now I'm not so sure about that." A strong wind blew, bringing debris into the alley. The alchemist stood up, let his hair down and pulled his cloak over his head. "We don't have much time." Together, the two made their way to the castle, making sure to remain hidden.