Prologue:
It was a cold, dark, rainy day, the kind when you feel like all hope is lost. They were trapped in their own castle, with only 7 guards. Outside the sound of hundreds of knights were yelling and screaming about who was to lead the warriors into the castle and capture and kill the king. Only the king was not half scared to death, and the warriors were so scared their armor was shaking. Then after one hour of fighting the leader was chosen, and the sound of the low pitched drum was heard. Suddenly the door of the castle was being smashed into pieces by a ruthless troll.
"Come out, Come out wherever you are!" the troll yelled.
An old warrior stepped in out of his hiding place" You shall never get our king!"
"Oh really, not even for I Derog the Fierce!" he yelled back.
"Derog this is pointless, why would you kill us?" the king asked "What will you gain?
"It is what I will gain, not him. For I am Verox The most powerful magician alive!"
Then the knights and the king's lives were gone.