Chapter I
Kronov
He was tired, his aching hands weren't strong enough to cover his tear stained face.
Outside his room the moon shined dim, and only little rays entered through a narrow window on the wall.
The Death Knight, sitting on the edge of the bed, wept angsty as he looked at a hastily written small note resting over his night table. He read it over again, as if passing his eyes through the letters was going to change their meaning, or shift into a complete different message, something hidden that his eyes haven't yet seen. Nonetheless, the writing didn't change. The letters, written with passion, remained motionless in the now wrinkly and wet with the tears of the man who observed with grief.
The note read:
"NO MORE PUNS
-DOFFY"
