I just want to say that I got my inspiration for this story from the series Dragonlance (awesome series by the way). I do not own Dragonlance or any of the characters or ideas in that series. I only had the inspiration from it so some things may seem abit familiar but not meant to be the same. I made up these characters and the storyline in my story with no intention of copying anyone, thank you.

Drawn

Chapter one

This story is about a girl...a girl of a pure blood, and a simple elfin exterior, but a warrior heart. No one knew of her hidden spirit...of what would someday consume her and lead the world that they lived in, including her into a new beginning. There is one thing that can be certain though, when darkness and light, love and hatred are all thrown into a mix, amazing, and impacting things can happen...her name was Sotiira.

The sun glistened through the heavily leaved and needled trees, it played hide and seek with the soft, lush grasses along the forest floor. Sounds of birds and squirrels were interrupted every now and then by a child's shrill squeal or laugh. Peace whispered among the forest as it danced in the breeze, this was the daily scene of a simple life of an elf family. A quiet, simple life in the forest, the husband goes out each morning for his various jobs in the forest or in a nearby town. Then the wife stays home and teaches the children and keeps house, a very simple life. It was a life where things hardly changed, where the disasters of the world hardly ever struck. It was a safe place to watch the world go by in. This is where it started, in a little elfin home, deep in the Donemenur Forest.

"Sotiira, you have got to be faster then that to catch up to me!" A boy of late fifteen ran quickly through the thick forest, his shoulder-length dark brown hair flared out slightly in its ponytail. His dark, almost black eyes twinkled as he looked back at his younger sister.

"I'm trying to keep up with you Drenmar" Sotiira said breathlessly, she has just turned fourteen, and had the look of it with her light brown, waist length hair and gentle blue eyes. She ran after him quickly, "you definitely are the fastest elf boy I have ever met!"

He smiled cheerfully "it's just in my blood I guess." He said as he slowed down after a few more moments and waited for her to catch up. "You're the smartest, prettiest elf girl I have ever seen Sotiira."

Sotiira caught up to him and then slowed down once caught up to him. She smiled and blushed faintly, "Oh stop it, you are just trying to flatter me so you don't have to wash dishes tonight", She laughed lightly.

He sighed, "Darn it thought that would work on you…it works on other girls after all."

"You forget big brother that I am your sister, and so I am immuned to your charm."

"Yeah, yeah", he muttered then started walking, "but seriously sis…you have grown, mom and dad even mentioned that to me yesterday, your fourteen now." He stopped again and turned to face her, he put his hands on her shoulders. "You already have had boys look at you, but you have turned down each one…most of your friends are already courting or are engaged."

She stopped and faced him, her blue eyes darkened slightly at his words. "Drenmar, you are one to talk, what about the multiple girls that have looked at you? I may be of age but that doesn't mean I'm going to run off to some wood-cutters son who has flashing green eyes." She said defensively.

Drenmar looked at her with his dark eyes, they studied her features. She really is beautiful, and yet she ignores it and turns away from any other man, how will she get through with this simple life if she doesn't even try to stick to it? He broke out of his thoughts and smiled, "Alright, alright, don't get yourself all worked up Sot, I was just wondering…and as for the girls, none have really caught my eye yet." He started walking again "Come on, it's probably almost supper", and with that he took off again.

Sotiira started running after him again, his words echoed through her mind. He worries too much about me sometimes, she told herself. Later that night, Drenmar's concern seemed to be just a reflection of her parents after they received news of a distant fourteen aged cousin getting married soon. "When will our two oldest children move on with their own spouses? Drenmar has interest in a few girls…but Sotiira seems to have no use for men at all."

Sotiira stood on the stairs quietly listening to her parents talking quietly in the kitchen of their elfin home. Her eyes saddened slightly as she sat down and leaned her head against the wall by the stairs. She studied the carefully carved oak wood that bordered the walls on both sides of the stairway. Memories went through her mind of her brother sitting on the stairs with her telling her stories of the carvings, and how each creature and bird carving came alive at night and played and flew around the house until morning. She had been charmed and fascinated by these kinds of things and he had enjoyed her audience. That's all changing now, she thought sadly to herself as her parents continued the discussion in they're soft, accented voices. Her family came from a long line of forest settling elves, carrying out various jobs. It was the typical elf life, simple, easy, and quiet. The thought gave Sotiira an unsettling feeling in her stomach, the thought of just leading a normal housewife life of an elf, get married, have children, and house-keep. The thought sickened her; ever since she was young the picture of that life had made her want to flee to the far mountains of Torlong. Sotiira sighed, it didn't matter, her dreams of a different life were highly unlikely, nothing ever bothered this little land where her elf species lived, and when it did it was the men that would go out and deal with it. She got up and walked slowly up the stairs to her small room; she opened the door and walked in.

Moonlight streamed through a small window high up on the wall, the moonlight was cold, and forbidding. It matched the room quite well; a spicy, but sweet smell filled the air of the stuffy room. A thick aura of misgiving and evil caused whoever went in to almost choke and long for crisp, clear air. Standing on the stone floor, on one side of the room was a large cabinet that held many wonders of magic and components. On the other side of the room was a fire place, with only ashes in it, obviously it hadn't been lit for awhile. A door was a little ways away from the fireplace, leading to another room filled with more wonders. And finally, underneath the small window, was a desk. The desk was made out of a dark wood, most likely from a distant land, as was the chair, which was made out of the same wood. The wood was carved and whittled so it had several fancy curves and scroll like design that gave the dark, brooding wood a grander look. The chair was matching with its design, and the hearth rug underneath the desk and chair was a dark red color. What was more interesting were the contents on the desk, there was a bottle of dark, gooey ink, a feather pen, with a stack of scroll papers. Rose petals were in a small bag and a kind of herb, they too sat on the desk, but the most interesting thing was a small pendant, it was set on a chain of fine silver.

The pendant itself was a kind of silver with a bluish tint, it had a small ring of jades and diamonds along the edges and in the middle was a design of a broken heart and a ribbon carved out of a black marble-like stone. The pendant glittered coldly in the moonlight, and yet it gave off eerie warmth of its own. This pendant had caused many deaths, many lustful desires had given it it's warmth as the warm blood of its owner normally splattered it. To have this powerful, jewel studded oval usually meant a swift death to whoever dared venture ownership over it. Many feared it, many despised its creation, but others desired it, and longed to have it in their hands, for being able to hold it without death meant an amazing power, and some believed a form of immortality. It was the power of this pendant, that the user of this room was now seeking, Dralen; a young magic-user who had long searched for this legendary artifact and now had it in his possession.

Dralen was a son of a high war general, only he didn't have much interest in battle and leading around troops as he did in the ways of sorcery. Ever since he had been a child he had been interested in these ways, must to the disdain of his father, and concern of his now late mother. He now was a common user in magic, he even now had his own tower and small fortress his mother had insisted his father give him, must against his father's disagreement. "If he wants to spend his life cooped up in some tower with his wizard books and rats, then by all means, he should go ahead, but I don't want to see his pathetic face around here again", his father had said gruffly. After some persuasion, his mother had won the argument, a few months later she had died.

Dralen thought of these things as he walked down the dark, echoing hallways of his castle, he thought of his father's constant snorts of disappointment when he would try a spell instead of picking up a sword. He remembered his mother's soft, concerned but loving look she used to give him when he would show her a new experiment. His thoughts rested on the pendant lying on his desk, he continued walking down the corridor towards his quarters. It hasn't taken my life…but it still won't allow me to use its power willingly, he thought grimly as he looked at his bandaged hands, having being burned trying to handle the troublesome, jewelled oval. Dralen walked to his door and with a murmur of command it opened. With a calm, emotionless composure he walked in and the door shut behind him. He walked over to his desk and walked around it; he then sat down in the chair and looked at the pendant. It glimmered eerily at him in the moonlight; he returned it with a serious look. Hesitantly he reached his hand towards it again; slowly he touched it with his fingertips. A burning sensation ran up through his hand, he flinched and pulled his hand away quickly.

A knock at the door startled him from his concentration and thoughts, he looked up quickly and said calmly but with an edge, "What is it Gladion?"

A sinister voice answered him, "We have managed to find some little whelp that claims he has some information on the pendant Master."

Dralen's dark maroon eyes gleamed with slight interest at his right hand man's words, "Very good, send him in." He said with a calm, sure voice, rising to his feet he murmured the same words of commandment to the door as before.

Gladion walked in with a man at his side, he kept on of his large hand tight on the wiry man's shoulder and his other on the hilt of his sword. Rather roughly he shoved the man towards his master.

Dralen watched as the man stumbled for his balance, he took note of his thin, wiry body, and his torn, dirty clothes. His keen maroon eyes took in the man's nervous look and finally rested on the man's slightly oversized, pointed ears. "…you are one of those half-elves are you?" He asked casually. "You lack the more angled eyes and tighter jaw-line, your body is also ganglier like a human's then a well-bred elf."

The man looked back at the large man, Gladion, and then looked back forward at the man in front of him. "You seem abit too human to be a wizard" he said coldly "I thought they usually had bigger noses and uglier faces, more like a pig then anything."

Gladion tightened his hand on his sword hilt and was ready to make a move, but a look from Dralen stopped him. Dralen's eyes lit up to a lighter shade of maroon, they twinkled faintly as if in humour. "I apologize if my servant's treatment or my words have sent you into a bitter mood young half-elf", he said calmly, almost with a pleasant tinge to his words. "Come and sit down, have some spirits or wine, and we shall talk like civilized people." At a word a chair immediately appeared by the man. Dralen sat back down and looked at Gladion, "Would you mind getting our guest some refreshment?"

Gladion nodded and strode out the door; after it was shut Dralen looked at the man before him. "What is your name young half-elf?" He asked calmly while resting his bandaged hands on the desk before him.

The man glanced at Dralen and gazed at his hands for a moment, then answered, "Lomen…my name is Lomen and I have travelled far from across the Mingrenzent Ocean…all in search of the one who has ownership of the pendant…for I have some valuable information about it that may save your life."

Dralen raised his eyebrow slightly, "You have come all this way just to give a word of warning to me?"

"It's not just that…but I have come to show you how to use it…" the man replied calmly, his eyes glinting with mystery.

"To use it, you are saying that a half-elf like yourself has managed to unlock the secrets of this pendant? If you have learned of its secrets, then why are you not keeping it for yourself?" Dralen watched the man while talking, though he kept all curiosity from his voice and face.

Lomen hesitated then answered calmly, "I unlocked the secrets…but I didn't have any desire to carry out what would need to be done…the pendant has a power beyond no means…but much bloodshed and out-breaks of disaster may be needed to control it…" He said gravely.

Dralen's eyes gleamed with a light of cruelty and coldness, a longing to know the answer, the hunger for knowledge broke out over his rather handsome features. He looked at the man with his calm, clear eyes, "…tell me more my friend" He said as Gladion walked in the door with a tray.

On it was a pitcher of wine and several glasses.

Lomen accepted a glass of the blood-red liquid and looked at the young wizard before him. Lomen seemed to have suddenly aged from his youthful age to an older looking man. He sighed to himself, and then began his tale.

Three years have past now since the meeting of Dralen and Lomen, the land was still generally peaceful, but chaos was beginning to come closer and closer to Sotiira's homeland. In the past years, Sotiira had grown into a middle-height, and thin young woman of seventeen. Her hair was often tied back with a ribbon as it fell down her back in a dark, rich brown current. Her eyes were a dark, startling blue with an alert, contained light. She wore a traditional creamy coloured tunic that went down to her knees; she wore tan leggings underneath that went to her mid-shins and she usually went barefoot. Her skin was like porcelain, pale, and smooth, with a soft tint of color, and her lips were soft and a gentle rose color. Her ears were nicely pointed and could be just seen through her thick hair. Sotiira was a beautiful young woman and with her fiery personality and with her gentle touch, she often managed to charm men, but she would try and avoid any interaction with them.

Sotiira sighed to herself as she pulled at the rope to bring up a bucket of water from the family well. This is so heavy, she thought to herself as she jerked harder on the rough rope. While she concentrated on pulling up the heavy wooden bucket, she didn't notice the rustling of branches or soft footsteps behind her.

A young man of eighteen quietly sneaked towards the girl in his sights, his steps were soft and almost silent on the thick grass. He smirked to himself while watching her tugging at the rope; slowly he approached her closer and closer. With a large flourish he wrapped his arms around her from behind. "AHA! I got you now little girl!" He called.

Sotiira shrieked and let go of the rope, the bucket splashed into the water below. She tried to elbow him as she lashed around in his arms, "Let me go!"

He grunted quietly from her elbow hitting his ribs, "Alright, alright, come down there fireball." He calmly let her go.

She whipped around to face him, her blue eyes flared with a fighting light, and then they lit up with joy when she recognized an old childhood friend. "Kaltren!" she exclaimed happily, and then leaped up at him with her arms around his neck, "It's so good to see you!"

Kaltren smiled and put his strong arms around her small body, "It's good to see you as well Sotiira" he set her down on her feet and looked at her with his dark hazel eyes. He thought …hasn't she grown up since I saw her last when she was only twelve… "Haven't you grown up…?" He said with slight awe in his voice.

Sotiira looked up at him and detected the admiration in his voice, she hurriedly stepped away from him and picked up the rope again, "C'mon, help me pull this up then we can go home and try and locate Drenmar."

He nodded and helped her pull up the bucket easily, and then he picked it up and untied the rope. Carefully he took the bucket in his hand and looked at her, "Alright, you lead the way Sot." He used her old nickname and smiled warmly at his younger, but close friend. She nodded and started walking through the forest towards her home.

Once they approached the little elfin cottage, she called out, "Drenmar! We have company!" She looked around for her older brother while walking. She looked back at Kaltren, "You can put the bucket down on that bench if you want" She pointed to a bench by the door then she walked into the house. "Drenmar!"

Drenmar walked down the stairs calmly, "What is it Sot? I'm trying to finish sharpening my arrows" He said with abit of impatience in his voice as he walked towards her. "I need th-", he stopped his sentence when he saw the visitor behind her. His dark eyes lit up faintly, "Well, if it isn't Kaltren, the brave warrior who used to fight off the evil chipmunks" He smiled and walked towards his close friend. He gave him a friendly, welcoming slap on the back.

Kaltren smiled, "And if it isn't Drenmar, I think you might have actually caught up to me height wise, it's about time."

Sotiira smiled to herself, this was typical of them, start with the joking and play fighting at once. The three of them had been good friends ever since they were small children, but Kaltren was called away to go to some relatives in a far away town, so he had been gone for many years. I can't help but wonder why he has suddenly appeared like this…Sotiira thought to herself. Her thoughts were interrupted by Drenmar's startled voice. She looked up quickly.

"What are you saying? You're an apprentice of some sorcerer!?" Drenmar stared at his friend in disbelief, "You know that our elders look down upon that! Especially if you get into the whole mess of dark magic, what are you thinking?!"

Sotiira's dark blue eyes widened slightly in wonder and slight horror, Dark magic? He's an apprentice of a magic user? What exactly did he run into while he was away, or more like who?

Kaltren clamped his hand over his friend's mouth, "Don't go blabbing it to the whole world Dren, let's go outside and let me explain, alright?" He said softly to him.

Drenmar nodded then pulled Kaltren's hand from his mouth, he looked at Sotiira, "C'mon, you might as well come with us so he doesn't have to repeat it afterwards." He walked out the door swiftly; his strides were firm and almost seemed angry. Sotiira nodded then trailed after him with Kaltren.

After they were far enough away from the house, in a small grove of trees by a river, Drenmar stopped then turned to face Kaltren and Sotiira. His dark, sharp eyes went to Kaltren, "Why? Why did you decide to start playing in the ways of magic? Especially in the ways of the dark, the elders will be furious. Our blood, our elfin race has tried hard to keep itself pure and free from the darker ways, why did you decide to go and get connected with a sorcerer like some blind child?" His voice was agitated and almost exasperated.

Kaltren sighed and sat down on a tree stump that was near by, he rubbed his forehead with one hand as if trying to just rub the picture of his friend's confused and dismayed face from his mind. He finally looked up, first his hazel eyes went to Sotiira, then to Drenmar, "Drenmar, I came here to tell you about this, because I had hoped you would calmly take it…Sot is taking it better then you" He looked at the girl standing a little ways to the side but almost in between them. He looked back at Drenmar, "Dren…I need to warn you of something…something very important, it can affect all of us to a dangerous degree." A serious, almost hard look came into his hazel eyes, "Can you handle it? Or should I just go home and leave you in the dark?"

Drenmar sighed and found control of himself, he nodded, "I'm fine now…what is it that you need to say?" He sat down on a log and watched Kaltren with calmed eyes. Drenmar looked at Sotiira and motioned for her to come and sit beside him; once she did he looked back at Kaltren.

Kaltren exhaled and then started, "My master had found me once when I was travelling…I had been attacked by a band of ogres and goblins…they had ambushed me and beaten me badly, then left me on the side of the road for dead. A rather old man, known as Tanberas, found me and took me to his castle home. He took care of me until I was healed, and then we began to talk…he had grown quite fond of me and decided to share his secret with me…he was a experienced sorcerer, one who had gone through the wars of the dragons and griffins, he had seen the days when magic hadn't been forbidden and he would openly use his talents. I had felt interest in this ever since I had been young…and then he gave me a proposition…become his apprentice, learn and live with him…if I would in the end help him with a serious problem…I agreed. For the past six years I have been under his service…I had started at around the age of eleven…I often went to work during the day in the local village, I took care of the original reason I had gone there, then at night, I was under his services, this continued until I reached the age of fifteen. Once I had turned that age, he decided to take me fully under his wing, I stayed at his home all day and all night, working with him, learning the ways of magic…it was a long process, I now only know about a quarter of what he is going to teach me."

Drenmar interrupted, "You have been under this wizard's attention all this time? And you never thought once in those six years to let us know? Not to even bloomin' visit us?" Frustration lit up in his eyes.

Sotiira looked at him then at Kaltren, she sensed that Kaltren had something important to say, but Drenmar was giving him doubts. Gently she rested her hand on her brother's arm, firmly, but not to hurt him, she kept her hand on his arm. He looked down at her, then sighed and calmed down. "I apologize", he murmured.

Kaltren nodded and then started again, "One day, Tanberas called me to his study and began to tell me a frightening story…it was a story about a pendant. This pendant is an oval shape made of strange silver, it has jewels studding it, and a design of a broken heart with a ribbon carved out of a black stone…this pendant has power…a great amount of it…in fact, enough to almost conquer this world, probably more. People from far and wide fight to get their hands on this pendant…but unfortunately, or fortunately, handling this pendant could mean certain death. No one has seemed to be able to hold it without being killed or injured…that is until one man, he was once a powerful mage…his name is Lomen…now his is passing his power and knowledge of the mysterious pendant down to a young magic user known as Dralen. Dralen has somehow gotten hold of the jewelled oval and is now being counselled by Lomen on its use…my master told me some of the main components and what is needed…now Dralen will be coming after them…and that is what I came here to warn you about."

Drenmar looked at Kaltren with wondering dark eyes, "Kaltren…what does some magical piece of jewellery have to do with us?"

Kaltren's hazel eyes seemed to darken slightly, he closed his eyes briefly, when he opened them he looked right at Sotiira. "My master said that destruction of the world we live in is getting closer…this forest will never be the same once Dralen comes in search of what he seeks…he will kill, destroy, he will do anything to get what he wants…in order to have full power over the pendant…"

"Well…what does he want?" Drenmar asked calmly. He didn't like the way his friend was watching his sister.

Hesitating again, Kaltren's gaze dropped for a moment, then he looked up again at the young woman before him, his voice was serious, almost empty sounding, "….he seeks…a woman's blood…but not just any woman…the blood of a pure elfin girl…between the age of fifteen and twenty…she must be pure of heart, and untouched by any man and not married…." A sorrowful look filled the hazel eyes that he held on the girl's face.

Sotiira stared at him; her blood ran cold in her veins, her face paled even more. His words echoed through her mind, 'a woman's blood, and the blood of a pure elfin girl.'

Drenmar's eyes widened slightly, and then narrowed in anger, "Darn it Kaltren! You come back from learning under some kooky mage and then you come around spewing nonsense like this! What are you talking about? He wouldn't be coming for Sotiira; there are many other elf girls with that description." He stood up partly.

Pain and despair was written on Kaltren's face, "I wish I could say that it wasn't…but it's true…he has been spotted coming with his army…his dragon riders and foot soldiers…causing chaos all through the land the closer he gets to his destination…the pendant needs the blood of a man and woman who are deeply in love…and since your sister is…she was found in a prophecy Drenmar…in an old book I read…there was a girl of her description…with her name…Sotiira…I wish it wasn't true…I don't want her to be in the grasp of that cold, heartless snake of a mage." His shoulders slumped as he watched the girl before him as her face paled more and she sat staring at nothing.

Sotiira sat straight backed and unmoving, her eyes were wide and fixed on her clasped hands in her lap. Her head was bowed, she tried to process what was being said, "So…this mage…Dralen…he's coming for me…for my love and blood…so he can have control of this…pendant…?" She said softly with a tremor in her voice, "He is coming for me…causing much bloodshed just to have hold of me…why…why me?"

Kaltren watched her, "…I wish I knew Sotiira…you just are the one that has been picked…you are of a pure blood line, and of a pure heart…you are also unmarried and untouched by any man…you are the perfect one for what he wants…a heart of light…but…we can try and stop him."

"We can try? Kaltren, we are not just going to try we are going to keep that dirty mage's scummy fingers off of my sister…I swear it…"

Kaltren nodded, "Of course…anything for Sot", he looked at the young woman before him. "Sotiira…I apologize that I had to tell you something so horrible…but it is better that you know…he can be fought off…don't worry."

She raised her gaze and looked at him then at her brother then back at him, she saw a look in his eyes, a look of sincerity. She nodded, "I know...it would have been worse if I hadn't of known…thank you Kaltren…and thank you Drenmar…" Her voice was shaky and nervous, but she managed to make out her words and keep a steady gaze.

Drenmar nodded slightly, gentleness replaced the anger and worry, he put his arms around her reassuringly, "Don't worry little sister…it will all be fine." He murmured softly to her.

Sotiira nodded slowly and rested her head on his shoulder, she looked over at Kaltren again, she saw him look away slightly…and she caught a shimmer of liquid slip from his eyes.

Impatiently Gladion urged his horse to speed up; he had to keep up with the dragons who were scouting up ahead in the air with their riders. He kept his gaze on the magnificent beasts as they soared up in the air; he had always wanted to be a dragon rider that is until he had become a right hand man to the mage Dralen. His stumbling steed underneath him struggled with fatigue and the weight of the large man upon its back. Gladion dug his heels into its heaving sides impatiently, and then thought about what the horse had been through, he gently rubbed and patted its neck. Then he pulled up and dismounted for a break, they can come back to me, there is no way I can keep up with them, he thought. Wearily he rested back against a tree, he thought back to his master's orders, "Find a elfin girl who goes by the name of Sotiira…she is beautiful and pure, with brown hair and dark blue eyes…around the age of seventeen…get rid of anyone who gets in your way…locate her and then send word back to me, I will give my orders then", he repeated the instructions to himself. He snorted in disgust, "How am I supposed to find some stupid little elf girl in this forest infested by the little cretins! Bloody elves…they think they are the superior race to us humans" He spat on the ground. "Then why is it that a human is going to have the power of the world in his hands?" A thought hit him, but he needs a little elf woman to love him, he needed her blood and his to mix in order to have safe contact with the pendant. "He needs her to love him…that will go over like a bag of bricks" He muttered.

A shriek of a dragon caught Gladion's attention; he looked up quickly and watched as one of the dragons slowly dropped to the ground with a rumble. The dragon's wings just barely missed some of the trees surrounding the rather large clearing they were in; it only caused the creature to look larger and more menacing. A man in simple armour dropped down from a saddle high up on the dragon's back, he walked towards Gladion. "We have spotted a small village almost hidden from view by the trees…it matches the description of the village Lord Dralen told us to look for, it is a few miles from here, you and the other people on foot and horse could make it there by the evening, what are your orders Sir?"

Gladion glanced up at the sun still high up in the sky, "…We will get within a mile radius of the village….then one of you will go back and alert Master Dralen with a note I will personally write and give to the messenger to deliver, understood?" He looked at the dragon rider with a fierce look. The man quickly nodded then turned and walked back to his mount. The dragon snarled lightly as it eyed the fidgeting horse with a hungry look in its eyes. The dragon rider patted the scaly hide and coaxed the dragon to turn away and take flight. They soared higher up into the air to join their companions.

"Lucky bat-winged bugs", Gladion growled as he walked over to his horse and with a groan mounted it again. "Alright, let's move out!" He called back to the small group behind him. With a shudder the horse began cantering at Gladion's jerk on the reins. Keeping the dragons in sight, he urged his weary horse on through the forest. Gladion heard with satisfaction the sound of other hooves behind him as he gave his horse more rein. Finally, his mission was almost complete, find the girl, and find power.