Lynduleon Honart, King of Draldinoth, stood atop the battlements of the Moon Tower. The glistening white stone of the tower seemed to have a life of its own as the moonlight touched upon it. King Leon, as he prefered to be called, always enjoyed coming up here at night. The tower was perched at the eastern edge of his castle, and was named for the way it glistened in the moon. The tower always gave a spectacular view of the night sky, and the moon, on clear night such as this one.<br/><br/>Leon's mind was troubled, as it always seemed to be anymore. He had the kingdom of Cenlinoth encroaching on Draldinoth lands, and peace talks have thus far amounted to nothing. On top of that, his supply of Elixirs was beginning to become alarmingly small. Now that Leon was dependant upon the Elixirs to live, he had to take them once every three months. He had enough supply to last the year, but no longer.<br/><br/>With a sigh, Leon scrubbed a hand through his blonde hair, gazing idly up at the moon.<br/>'What am I to do? Should I stop my attacks on the Slayers? Maybe I can convince some of them to see things my way...No matter what, I must find more Elixirs,' Leon's thoughts raced, a frown marring his face.<br/><br/>That was when he heard the roar, and gazed up. He could tell that the dragon was powerful just because he could hear it, and yet couldn't see it. Forgetting his troubles from a moment ago, Leon continued to study the sky, hoping for a glimpse of the creature.<br/><br/>'Maybe its a Great Wyrm. One of those hasn't been seen in many years. They were thought to be defeated, but maybe one survived. I pray its so, and I also pray this creature isn't malevolent in nature,' Leon, unable to catch a glimpse of the dragon, turned and walked down into the darkness of the tower.<br/><br/>Things would work out, they always seemed to. He needed to rest up for tomorrow, knowing there would be more conflicts for him to deal with. Thinking of the roar, he smiled softly and headed for his own chambers, his thoughts distant and playing through his fantasies of a world of peace.<br/>