Emberflame awoke to a piercing shriek. She turned over and shook her friend. “Wake up, Icychill!” she whispered.
“What is it?” Icychill said sleepily.
“It’s the king!” Emberflame hissed. “He is howling about his daughter. We need to go immediately to find out what’s wrong.”
As they ascended the cellar stairs towards the throne room, the eerie staircase spooked the two dragons as shadows danced around them. Icychill shuddered. Even before they arrived, they saw an open window that was suspiciously cracked.
They entered the throne room just in time to hear King Superflame’s message. “My charge to each of you is this. Rescue my daughter from Nebula before the sun sets on the sixth day and you will be made a prince or princess of the castle. You will need to gather the three sacred stones to help you defeat this enemy. We set out on this quest not just for my beloved daughter, but also for the good of the three united kingdoms of Dragonia. Good luck and God be with you.”
Icychill noticed an evil glint in his eyes, but quickly forgot. Finding the princess was much more interesting.