Hawkeye laid on her bed, the velvet soft sheets covered her, as she read a letter from her father, she had many others to read aswell.

Hey Hawkie! Can't wait to see you again! Hope you and your mother are doing fine! -Father

Hawkeye sighed. 'He tries way to hard.' She thought to herself, as she folded the letter a stuffed it in a Jewelry box

As she got ready to open the next one, something hard hit her window and broke it, the head of a Feathilen Guardian landed on her floor, soaking it with blood, ahe shivered and poked her head out the broken window.

A dragon was flying not to far from ger window, setting fire to the trees, and killing her mother's soldiers, though, this dragon looked familiar..

Soon enough, he left, while citizens desperately poured water over the trees.

"Something is happening, and its far from good..."