Weakly the lord of the white mistwood castle lay gasping preying a host would be found. watching out the across room bay window wincing and straining to sit up as the moonlight glittered around gracing objects such as the chair and canopy bed with its rays of light. The gardener outside was finishing his work putting away his tools and returning to the shed. A maid was folding laundry to bring back inside. Oh, how the Lord wished to be there. To go outside and have the strength his body once knew. Till his 20th birthday when his family curse hit "Once upon the 20th birthday of every tenth son a connection and bond to magic must be made. The bodies may not live without the other.." the curse ment that for the Lord to live he would need a being of magic to connectthier hearts and body enturnally forever. His host would provide all bodily functions the lord's body would need with in thier own. The host would eat which also fed the Lord. In return the Lord would have to grant a living place in the castle food water clothing and most importantly protection. For if the host died the Lord would as well. A horrible delima faced the Lord as he continued to prey and wish upon that bright northern star for someone to head his request made a year before. His time running short...only a host could save him now...