Seven years later. Seven more years of putting up with my father. Seven more years of guarding Dagrun. Seven more years of tears over what my life could have been, and then remembering what it actually was. I thought that nothing was going to ever change.

And then, one day, it did.

My father had gone out for a few days, and I was left in charge of the town. I was patrolling, and was walking back home from the dock when I heard terrified screams. Boomerang at the ready, I spun around just in time to watch four figures plummet from the skies and straight into a boat. The ship snapped in half and immediately began to sink.

"Andor!" the people at the dock screamed. "Andor, hurry!" I ran as fast as I could toward the people on the ship. I didn't know who they were, or why they had fallen from the sky, but my kind instincts told me to help them.

I didn't realize who they were at first. I just noticed that the four people, three men and one lady, were clinging to each other, and somehow still alive. With the help of the people around me, I lifted all four of them off the boat and onto the dock.

"What do we do with them?" the people looked frightened. "King Helgrind isn't around to deal with them. How do we know whether or not they're friendly?"

"We... I... I'll put them in the jail," I decided. "Once they wake up, I'll decide how to deal with them."

For the rest of the day, I stayed besides the jail door, guarding it. I was starting to fall asleep from boredom when I heard someone from inside of the jail shout. I leapt to my feet and peered through the iron door that separated us. A man with the face of a zombie was yelling at the others to wake up. As he turned to face me, my stomach jolted and I took a step back. He looked exactly like a younger, less human version of... Mot.

"What do you... where... how," another man spoke. He sat up and adjusted his glasses. I could hear my heart beating in my chest. It was a young Spark, with red glasses instead of green ones. And then the third man... looked exactly like Sir Jeriah. I couldn't see the girl sitting behind them, but I already knew who she was.

Unable to contain my shock, I swung the door open to get a better look at them. The girl, wearing an orange hoodie with fox ears, looked up at me with a confused look on her face. She was Alyssa, only older.

"Well," I said, clearing my throat. "At least one of you must have a very hard skull."

They were a difficult group of people, nothing like the people I used to know. This Mot kept trying to battle mobs that he wasn't prepared to fight, Jeriah kept trying to hurt Mot, and Alyssa wouldn't listen to anything I said. The only one who was really paying attention was Spark, who immediately became my favorite.

The good news was that they didn't seem to be hostile to me or the town at all. I spoke with them a bit, and found that they came from a land named after Mianite. They weren't, to my disappointment, the people who had disappeared 10 years ago. Only their appearances seemed to be similar.

"So," I said, intrigued mostly by the one named CaptainSparklez. "Did you all worship Mianite back where you came from?"

"Not all of us," he answered, to my delight. "Only the ones named Jericho and Firefoxx. I worshipped a goddess named Ianite. Do you know her?"

I froze in my tracks, a pang of sadness in my gut. "Yeah," I replied. "Yeah, I know her." I refrained from asking if the two of them were in a relationship where they came from, because I already knew the answer. I could tell just by listening to him talk about her. She was just a goddess to him, nothing more.

I was also very sad to discover that Firefoxx and SynHD were nothing like the Mot and Alyssa I had loved. While the people I knew were quiet, serious, loving people, these two seemed all about mayhem and destruction. It was horrible to witness, but I forced myself to continue with a straight face.

As we were walking and talking, we came across a strange-looking man. He was wearing a black robe that covered most of his blackened, bleeding face. His hands were glowing, alive with wizardly powers. I took a step back, terrified, but the sky people had very different reactions.

"WAGLINGTOOOOON!" Tom screamed, running toward the wizard and hugging him. The other three joined him in a group hug, while I stood awkwardly on the side. I was having a difficult time understanding the newcomers.

"Do you remember us?" Sparklez asked. "Nobody here seems to know who we are. I don't know where we are."

"Of course I remember you," the wizard Waglington replied. He narrowed his bloody eyes at me. "Who's this?"

"This is Andor," Sparklez answered, smiling at me. "He's friendly. Prince Andor, meet Waglington, our wizard friend from the Realm of Mianite."