THE SUMMER SUN WAS A RICH ORANGE and the skies above were clear and mild blue when the vampire Prince pulled into the heavy gates of Calipsos. The scarlet evening sun made the gold of the gates shine out brilliantly in an almost blinding light.
From the top of the Watch Towers flanking the gilded gates of the Capital, silver-armored towerguards watched a group of five close-knit horseriders approach the gates. They regarded this group with an indifferent scrutiny but the eyes of a particular watchman widened when he recognized the leader of the advancing horseriders.
Who wouldn't recognize such snow-white hair in the light of dusk?
The silver-haired rider in the lead was none other than the Prince of Syveria. The Champion of Calipsos and the Legend of the Arena. The one who had ridden out of these very gates some moons ago with his...
