Unknown to the youth he was being carefully watched while he collected and carried his gift with him that day. There was a specific reason she had gifted the black stone to him on this particular birthday. Today he would be put against his toughest test yet. The King wasn't foolish enough to think he could take on the sorceress just yet. He still had growing to do, but his task would be just as deadly. A banshee had made her home in a secluded part of the woods and had seemed to cause nearly a dozen deaths within the past few months. Banshees were normally passive spirits that simply foretold deaths that happened this one seemed to be taking her job a little to seriously.<br/><br/>As the youth neared the King's Royal Quarters a soft wind blew through an open window and carried the gentle voice of the woman in his dreams with it. "Emmet.." the voice seemed to whisper in a tone that called to him with need laced through the voice just before the doors to the Royal Quarters opened and he was beckoned in to begin his briefing on his newest assignment.<br/><br/>As per usual only a couple knights were allowed inside the hall during the meeting to reduce the number of ears permitted to hear the information on Emmet's whereabouts. He was still the Kingdom's best kept secret and they intended to keep it that way until he had slain their ultimate foe. Only then would the idea of letting him have somewhat of a normal life be entertained. Until then he was a weapon for the Crown to use as the King saw fit.