The knight leans on his sword and stumbles toward the inn. Before he gets halfway he falls over again.<br/>With a roar of anger the knight transforms again, into the sunset male dragon. Flexing his claws and stretching his mighty wings out, the forsaken prince looks at himself and sighs.<br/>"I can see why I was driven out of my own kingdom, hunted by my friends and family, I am a monster, he states matter of factly. Then again I am quite handsome in this form, he says proudly breathing fire into the air and flapping his wings. I have always wondered what it would be like to be a dragon, after all my symbol was a dragon, and now I know."<br/>He wanders over to a lake and dips his head into the cool, refreshing pool. Vandrael takes large gulps of the refeshing water, before strideing over to a tree and sitting beneath it. The shade from the tree lulls the troubled warrior to sleep and slowly his eyes begin to close.<br/>Memories of his painful past swim inside his mind. The ambush were nine of his trusted friends stayed back to hold off a hundred or so orcs so that he could safely deliver a letter requesting aid to their allies. The assassination attempt that was successful, but did not kill him. The blood splattered walls around him as he finishes the dumbstruck assassin, splitting him in two with his trusted sword. The seige that cost the lives of half of the kingdom, but they won. Then the woman's face and laughter. The very woman who had cursed him to be what he was now. Then a skull screaming and engulfed in flame flies toward him.<br/>The opens his eyes and releases a torrent of flame, disintergating a nearby tree. Upon not seeing anything dangerous, Vandrael reaches for something on the ground and places it in the pile of ash. Within minutes the tree that was there is standing there again, looking healthy and new. The dragon walks over to the door of the inn and lays down near one of the windows. Feeling the weight of the collar around his neck, the beast tears at it with his teeth and claws in an attempt to get it off. All of a sudden Vandrael feels his neck constrict and gasps for air.<br/>"Fine, I'll obey you, and leave this collar alone, just please stop, I can't breathe." With that the sqeezing on his throat lessens and he is thrown against a tree. The woman's voice echoes around him.<br/>"You are no match for my power, surrender and become what you are."<br/>The prince shakes his reptilian head and throws a fireball in the direction of the voice.<br/>"Ahh, you'll pay for that you filthy beast, the woman cries, before becomeing visable between the two trees standing infront of him. Then she whips out a spellbook and starts chanting.<br/>Vendrael screams in agony as his skin begins to burn. Then without thinking he swings his spiked tail straight at the woman. Having no time to react the woman can just watch as angry sword point flies toward her.<br/>Splash! The forsaken prince's tail tip, spears through the enchantress like a knife through butter.<br/>"How," she says, looking down at the tail speared through her chest in disbelief. Then she tumbles to the ground dead. The collar around Vendrael's neck shatters and the woman's body disappears, leaving only a black scar where she once was.