Looking out on the fog laden horizon, from the safety and comfort of the Great Keep of what was formaly known as Castle Three Falls, the Princes mind begins to wander. "Bloody Falls,...the name should strike sheer terror into the hearts of any army thinking of sieging it...why,...rebuilt its twice as strong as in the days when my great grandfather and his army were besieged and slaughtered here!...No one in their right mind would dare attack...hmmm,...but not every person is in their right mind...are they?" The wind starts to pick up as the Prince wraps the woolen blanket tighter around his neck and chin. "Ahhh,..the comfort of a good blanket!" But this one was no ordinary blanket,...this blanket was made by his great grandmother many years before, and he had recieved it as a gift from his mother for overseeing that the crops be put up for the winter, as a young man. Now he snuggles beneath it,..with only one eye looking out over the horizon,...."If my great grandmother hadnt escaped the slaughter," he thinks..."I wouldnt even exist!" His blood begins to boil. "And now the same county who did slay my kin..so many years ago are returning to finish the job,...well,...I dont think they'll have such an easy go of it this time around..." Slowly the Princes eyes, weary from the days preperations, close,...one more night of fitful sleep, with only his wool blanket for comfort, he drifts off to better days, in slumber and awaits the events of the coming day.