King Margon took his daughter to the King’s room of decision which held a mini library on the left side of
the room. As they were walking into the room on this rather chilly evening, with a candle to lead the way,
her father explained the following to her:
“Our ancestors inherited these powers a long time ago, no one knows the exact time at this point,
however, it is said that these powers should have died out with the last King of our Nation… my father…
however, looks like it has skipped a generation…. And has been passed on to you… for a purpose…”
Margon said to his daughter… “for what purpose…?” Cora questioned as Margon opened the door to their
family emblem. In this room, was all sorts of armour, books, and history books.
“Sometimes, our purposes are chosen by our des
