Once upon a time in the kingdom of Lebanon….
King Arthur Thatcher paced around the castle as he was worried sick about his younger son Alexander William Thatcher. He knows he has no choice but to call his older son Victor Thatcher back to the kingdom and send him in search of Alexander.
He didn't like the choice he had but it was the only thing he could do right now to save his son. "Cassandra!" Arthur called out.
"My lord," she said and stood obediently in front of the king.
"Tell Carlisle to see me in a few minutes" he ordered and she quickly obeyed.
After receiving the King's orders, Knight Carlisle came and stood in front of the king as fast as possible. "My Lord" he greeted and looked down at the floor.
"It's been a while since Prince Alexander left the Kingdom. Let Victor know this and bring him back here" Arthur commanded.
"As you wish my lord," Carlisle said obediently and left the castle in search of Victor Thatcher.
Meanwhile near the river of Yukon…
With blood oozing out of his wounds, Prince Alexander slowly made his way near the river to quench his thirst. The men who came with him died and he was the only man standing.
He approached the river and slowly took some water into his hands, the water slipped and he bent down to get some more. His vision was blurry as drops of blood were dripping down his forehead.
Every part of his body ached and there was no one around him to help. He collapsed to the ground with a loud thud as he tried to reach for more water.
Everything around him went black and he was sure that this was going to be his last breath as his eyelids closed against his will.