Last Bit of Hope We had it all. Myself, Kaite and Drakkor. I am, or, rather... Was... The king of Ataraxia. A kingdom of solitude, peace, tranquility and harmony. Kaite, the most loving woman the world of Aetheryn had knew, she was my wife and queen - But not just any - The best there was. She cared for all - The poor, the rich, the ill and the well. All were equal in her beautiful eyes. On an extremely special day, a day that came once in a century, Wintersfest, Kaite gave birth to our first and only son. A beautiful young boy we named Drakkor, the Second - As Drakkor was my name aswell. I remember it all as if it were yesterday. The people, cheering and smiling brighter than ever before - While the tiny white crystals from the sky fell glittering and slowly enveloping the whole city. Me and Kaite - Side by side, holding Drakkor the Second above our heads to show him to our wonderful citizens. The luxurious silver buildings of the city towered over us, almost touching the fluffed white clouds.