A forbodding fell upon the Kingdom as the day turned into night. It was felt by all that knew him. It had been a year since the Prince had gone off to battle. The Queen felt sure he would return someday. On the eve of the anniversary of his departure she stood at the tower window. She spoke to the wind, a simple wish. Let him be safe, let him be happy. Assure me that he will always know that his Mother loves him more the all of the stars in the heavens. Let those he left behind always remember him. May they always strive to be as loving and as kind as he, the Prince they called Arturius..