Those who were conned had plummeted to the peaceful reign of the north. A harsh bolt from the blue, it was. The raiders slaughtered and burned.
The queen had hidden her ten years old daughter and the rest of the accessible children. The offenders were close to Elthoria the capital of Eminour, the city behind the mountains.
The kings and princes were all dead. It meant that the words and spells had gone useless. The queen gathered all the elders of each clan and aligned the ancient hex on the valley.
The one that only an heir can break. Outside of the hex, the rest of the light magicians died to protect the prophecy of the next light owners' identity.
