A decade ago a mystic walked though the old city. This city was the city of ancients. This city had been abandoned for some time now, well until recently. One this particular day, this mystic had go for a walk though the city. Finally reaching the castle, the mystic sighed. "It has been awhile since my friends and I had beaten Cyrus and his parents. We have gone different was since then. But something has drawn me back here to the city of ancients. I don't know what yet..." The mystic trudged to the opening of the castle.
Letting his eyes adjust to the blink darkness of the throne room. Once his eyes adjusted, the mystic noticed a small flickering lamp fire closest to the throne itself.
