The loss of the king was of no amazement to the citizens, he had been in ill health for years now, it was just his time. As all things age all things must die, be it the gallant knight, the feeble goblin or as this matter, the loyal king, it is all just a matter of time...

The princess was in the forest gazing at all the wonders. The shimmering of the grass, the graceful dancing of the animals, the ancient relics growing into the grounds, all an opposition of the terrible news that was to be stowed upon her.

The castles messenger arrived and passed on the news of her fathers death. The princesses heart was set ablaze the and a tear rolled down her face, she had turned to one of the ancient relics and cried, the essence of pain being absorbed into the gargantuan dragon bone monolith.

For the next year the princess would come to the same spot in times of sadness and cry onto the dragon bones, as if naturally she was drawn to it in times of pain.