In the kingdom of Ral'shied, there were many who served completely and directly under the king. His knights, his subjects, but there were those still, that sought to find their own way in life. Most of those, became mages, beings well versed in the use of magic. Their power came directly from the well of magic power that fed everything in life. They were under the rule of no one, and were usually wanderers and hermits.<br/><br/>Once such mage, a young man in his early 20's, had absorbed more of the magic than the others, and it had tainted his soul. He was well versed in the blackest of magic, and was interested in the king's offer. He had no doubts in his mind that he could take on a dragon, even though he had never met one and knew nothing of their power, and he was looking forward to getting rule over the kingdom.<br/><br/>He made his way to the King's castle, an air of confidence about him. He made his wait to the Atrium and knelt before the king. "I will go to the lands and slay this dragon for you." He told  the king. "What is your name young warrior" The king asked greedily. "Aleic" The young man responded. "Go and make my proud Aleic, and I will name you my heir" the king smiled as the warrior turned and walked out of the castle. "Immortality will soon be mine" The king cackled greedily.