“Father!” a voice called out.  Myllia looked over at the entrance to the great hall quickly, spotting a figure in the door.  Through it walked a very familiar individual, Prince Garadaine.  Though they had never met, Myllia had witnessed many battles between the Orcs and his men.  Behind the Prince walked in his small group of comrades, also very well known to her eyes.
    “My son!” Garalt cried out happily, “I am glad to see you again!  I’m sorry, but I have a few more things to discuss with Lord Byrd.  Have a seat and we can catch up on your trip.”  King Garalt then turned back to the Keep Lord’s attention and began talking about the Storm Crow Legion once more.
    Garadaine, however, did not sit down as his father asked.  Instead, he pulled a small pouch from his belt and began rubbing the contents onto his two swords.  Whatever it was, Myllia could tell it was some sort of magic.  Another pouch was removed from his belt, and this time she watched in confusion as the Prince poured the contents on his head.  This strange behavior from such a usually dignified man was baffling.  Garadaine tossed both bags onto the floor and began looking around the room slowly.  Myllia wasn’t sure, but it was as if he was searching for something, though she couldn’t tell what it was.  The room, while comfortably furnished, did not seem to hide anyone or any particular item.  What was the man up to?
    Suddenly Garadaine rushed his father, swords raised high in attack.  Myllia let out a quick gasp as the Prince’s two handed sword swung down hard, only to be blocked by the King’s axe.  The two men looked angrily at each other for a moment, the whole room bathed in an eerie silence. 
    Quickly the soldiers in the room raised their weapons at the Prince, his father pushing him away with his weapon.
    “Attacked by my own son?!” Garalt asked desperately, his voice ragged and angry.
    “Father, I…” Garadaine said quickly.
    “Shut up!” Garalt interrupted, slapping Garadaine’s face with the back of his hand, causing the prince to drop his two-handed sword.  The soldiers grabbed the younger man quickly, forcing him to drop his other weapon as well.
    “You must listen to me father!” Garadaine pleaded.