Fourteen years ago, a group of treasure hunters visited Dalry. The town was never known to have any hidden treasure, making the group's visit strange. Perhaps they were passing through Dalry and would be gone by tomorrow. The treasure hunters were gone the next day, but who could be happy? Those visitors dug up all the graves in Dalry, old and new. It did not matter to them if the corpse had not fully decomposed. How could they accomplish this in a single night? Whispers of them hiding people near the borders began to spread. Even worse, the idea of them having a necromancer among their ranks. A necromancer was more than they could handle. The best they could do was be distrustful of treasure hunters.

Arkyn was more than distrustful. Aykyn's mother had not rested for a whole month before the group unearthed her grave. The twelve-year-old boy could only watch his mother's rotting body as it lay outside her grave. All memories of his mother were where she was beautiful. Astrid, his mother, could have remained beautiful if it were not for those people. Treasure hunters were like a corrupt and unremorseful storm! Why? Why come to Dalry? That is the reason Arkyn became suspicious of Calypso. She was only one treasure hunter, but she could be the first to arrive. His beliefs did not hold up for an entire day. This woman was either an inexperienced treasure hunter or not one at all. Calypso's temperament often changed. She seemed turbulent and unsteady. Seeing her cowering before the crowd's gaze dispelled Arkyn's suspicions of her being a treasure hunter. "Are you not going to reply?" He asked. There was no use drawing this out. Treasure hunting was the closest description of what she was doing, and spelunking did not sound as cool. "I may not be a treasure hunter, but what I do is still none of your business."

Arkyn could not help rolling his eyes at the comment. Instead of replying, he approached one of the many bookshelves in the room. His search made Calypso finally examine the room they entered. It was a sparsely decorated office space, allowing the few plants in the room to stick out. Maybe because the room's owner was an elf? "Here," Arkyn said. His words drew Calypso's gaze to the book in his hands. After reading the text on the cover, she realized it was a Dalry history book. No matter how well-kept the book was, it was clear that it was an old copy.

Why would he hand this to her? Before either one could speak, soft knocks rang through the room. Shortly after these knocks, Calypso could hear Rye's familiar voice. "Young master Arkyn, your father wishes to speak with you."

There was no movement in the room. Although Arkyn was looking at the door and heard Rye's statement, he did not leave his position. "Ark?" Was he going to stand there all day? Calypso's inquiry grabbed his attention. "Read this book. When you visit other places in the future, read up a bit on their history." After saying this, Ark finally approached the exit and spoke to Rye in a low tone. By this time, Calypso already began to read the book.

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Colton the Accursed became the Vanhas kingdom's new monarch. To obtain this throne, Colton had killed all his relatives. Not even the ones still in their cradles received his mercy. The nobles and peasants feared him yet, sought answers. To them, Colton said, "I would rather be Colton the Terrible than be Colton the Merciful." The future of the country became clear in an instant. Those who feared this tyrant's rule fled the Vanhas Kingdom over three hundred years ago. However, they quickly learned that the desert did not welcome them. Some travelers became hopeless and returned to Vanhas or died during the journey. The leader, Adrian, felt tremendous pressure while leading his people to God knows where. What was the point of all of this? He only ushered them from one suffering to another! The wails of the people who followed Adrian rang in his ears. He could not cry or show how desperate he was for them. Adrian could only push forward.

"Do you seek only water?" The voice was serene, almost playful. Adrian did not expect to meet another traveler. Especially a traveler who seemed so energetic! What stood before him was a tall elf wrapped in robes of red and gold. "A fairy?' Adrian muttered. The image he saw was an elf, but the feeling he got did not fit that title. "Haha, call me that if you desire," said the being. "Is water your only wish?" Water? They could quench their thirst for a short time and be thirsty tomorrow. Water could make everyone who followed him happy, but what about tomorrow? How could he provide for them tomorrow? Even if they got water, what would they have tomorrow?

"I want to give them a home."

The being momentarily revealed a stun expression before beaming at Adrian. "Your sacrifices, I will accept them all."

Before Adrian could not ask for an explanation, he woke up. His body ached, and his people looked at him for assurance. What could he say? He sat there feeling defeated and somewhat disappointed. The dream gave him hope, but hope was useless in reality. Hope might even be his enemy in the desert. Adrian stared at the palms of his hand. They had nothing to offer these people, not even a home. A singular drop of rain landed on the palm of his hand. Adrian grabbed it, enjoying the cooling sensation, and then looked to the sky. Perhaps he was a madman. His laughter quickly turned into sobs, but no one could notice. The rain hid him and his collapse of character. He could still provide for them.

The rain continued for days on end. The clouds focused on that area without moving. The water began the pool, and trees began to grow at rapid speeds. Adrian could hear the playful voice speak to him again, "Your sacrifices, I will accept them all." This place would be named Dalry.