I am now standing in a castle. A castle made of gold. There was a girl on the throne. She wasn't well dressed. Much of her skin was showing. Her hair was gold and her eyes, fire. She wore a golden wreath with white flowers ringed around her head. The man soon came in. 

"You summoned me you're majesty?" 

"Thank you for coming. 

"Always."

The princess got up she walked over to a window. 

"Our enemies press on. King Kenkra would not let our kingdom be at peace. He will invade us soon."

Kenkra? He's here? If he's here than how old is Ragnar? I guess they're old. Really old. I guess Lycanwings can live forever.

"I need you to prepare your armies. Kegan. You are the only one who can prepare  our armies." The princess said placing her hand on his shoulder. 

"I will do anything for you."

"Thank you." 

I watched them kiss. I looked at the old dragon. The scene drew back into darkness. 

"You were in love? Then how did....?"

"Patience child. I must help you understand."

"But my friends are dying! I'm dying!"

"I know. I know. But you are not ready to help them just yet."

"What do you mean?"

"You're about to receive an upgrade."

The scene became a war.