Somewhere in the north frost, Angti was hiding in a old house. It hadn't been used for years, or the look from the side would make you think so, but the truth is that Angti had been living there since he his mom and dad had died. No one knew he was there, so no one could tell him to get out. At that time Ghost was laying down by the fire, fast asleep. Angti was prancing, from the fire to the other side of the small wood house that was still very warm. "What can I do, I want to show the rest of the north that our king is only thinking for him. And not for the people, but everyone says he the best..." Angti sighed and put another log on the fire, he then went to the window and looked out at the frost. As he looked out the window, he saw the stairs and sigh again. "Maybe if I pray one if the gods will answer me.."<br/><br/>After a few minutes, Angti went outside and got down on one knee. He looked up at the stairs "to any of the gods or godness's who are listening. I need help, I can't bring the king down by my self. But no one besides me sees the evil in thr man, so I beg of you all of you to help me. If I have to I'll die, just please help me." Angti stopped and waiting, hoping he would hear something. Or maybe see something like one of the gods animals that there known to be seen as. But there was nothing, he sighed and stood up "thanks, I guess I'll just sleep on it." Angti then went inside and sat down on his bed