Saint Dane laughed his evil, maniacal laugh. With his cold, blue eyes, he stared down at Arsi. "You have lost. Risi is mine."
"Risi may be yours, but others will stop you," Arsi said. "Saint Dane. This is notthe way it is meant to be."
"It is now," the Demon replied. He turned around and said: "I think it is about time to give Press a visit. Second Earth!"
The explosion of music and lights picked him up and carried him away. Arsi stared after him in despair. Another territory destroyed by Saint Dane. Arsi just hoped that Press would have more luck.
* * *
A few years later, the collapsing territory died. There were now only ten territories. Facing death or this, Arsi and Rose, his acolyte, fled to Denduron. There they lived; often smiling about how Bobby Pendragon, lead traveler, was saving so many territories, but wept at the loss of theirs and Veelox.
Soon, Rose was pregnant and they received a child. They named him Risi, after their lost territory of the winged people.
When Risi turned ten, his parents started to train him. After all, he was to be the new traveler from Risi, although it was gone. And when Risi turned thirteen, he was sent off to find Bobby Pendragon_ and start his new adventure.
