What was in front of him was somewhat overwhelming yet somehow remained calm and peaceful at the same time. It was a beautiful beach, much similar to the one that he was just on. The sun was shining everywhere, and the grains of sand looked as if they weren't sand but pure gold ground into extremely small pieces. Even the water looked so golden as if somebody just took some molten gold and poured it onto the sea. There were many willows on the seaside, and scattered along it was the occasional hammock hanging on large stumps of deadwood.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" he suddenly heard somebody say.

The King turned around and saw an old woman. He didn't remember who she was, but somehow he immediately recognised her.

"Yes," he replied calmly, "I've never actually seen anything quite like it."

"Oh, don't bullcrap me," the woman laughed, "You know this place like the back of your hand, Gilly."

"D... Do I?" King Gilthorpe asked.

"You've been here multiple times, Gilly. You may not remember it, but you've been here."

The King just shook his head, "I... I don't know what you're talking about."

"Maybe this will jog your memory," the woman smiled, "This place, it's called Haven. It's the only place that can be safe from the Fog."

Suddenly, the King could feel his head hurting extremely badly. The woman was right, it did jog his memory, but he wasn't sure if it was a good thing or not. At least he wasn't feeling good then. He felt as if what he had just heard had triggered some kind of response in his head that really doesn't want to hear it.

"H... Haven," he mumbled after the pain started easing, "It's... It's a mythical place. It's like... an ancient landmark that was mentioned in some ancient writings or something. I don't really remember, because it was a human discovery, but... Haven..."

"It was a gift given to us all by Pluto," the woman said, still smiling.

"To... to elves?"

"No, Gilly," the woman shook her head, seemingly a bit disappointed, "I'm sorry to say this, but you're just a pawn in a larger game. Now, you could be a useless pawn and get discarded in the long game, or you can shake off all of that racial discrimination and be an important pawn."

"What... what do you mean?"

"Humans... elves... It doesn't matter, you see," the woman answered, "No race is superior to one another. Animals, the Enlightened, plants, microorganisms... You cannot exist without each other. And in this time, you need to band together. The fight is coming, Gilly. Granted, it will not come for a very long time, but it will come nonetheless. And when it does come, we all need to fight together. Terrans and all others," said the woman, "Haven is a place given to us to prepare for the worst, but we must not rely on it. We must fight. Protect the future and ensure that we don't need Haven. The Rift is not something we should meddle with."

"The Rift?"

"Oh... so many questions, but no answers... Well, Gilly, the only thing I can really tell you right now is that you have one of the strongest cards on the table in your hand. They'll be looking for him. Protect him with all of your power. And give up your grudge against humans. That's all I can tell you, Gilly. Be wise."

King Gilthorpe sighed. He didn't remember when, but he could swear that he had had a conversation similar to this before. A conversation telling him to band with humans and prepare for 'the greater fight'. He looked at the woman, wanting to ask many more questions, but ultimately hesitated. He knew that she wouldn't be able to provide him with any answers. He wasn't even sure if he could trust her. But at least he had some idea what she was talking about. He didn't know how, but he instinctively realised what - or rather who she was talking about. Somehow, he just knew that 'the card' that he had in his hand was the child. 'The card' was Andrew.

Suddenly, he heard sizzling. All of a sudden, he could see a light shining down at the old woman. The old woman, while initially seemed surprised, smiled at the King as she chuckled.

"Ironic, isn't it?" she said to King Gilthorpe, "We can see the future, but we can't change it. Even the slightest detail can derail everything. Oh boy, this is gonna be messy."

"What do you mean?"

"Have you learnt nothing, young man," the old woman laughed, "You're not getting anything more out of this old hag. But rest assured - you're going on the right path. I believe in you."

"What's going on with you?"

"Well, that's a question I can answer. You see, fate is not fixed. What I see is just the direction it has the highest probability of going into. But when I intentionally change it, it goes into a whole other direction, and it'll be... not pretty."

Before King Gilthorpe could ask her any more questions, the old woman suddenly burst into multicoloured dust that was a mixture of orange, blue and white. The dust then disintegrated quickly, leaving the King utterly shocked as to what had just happened. He slammed the door open and started frantically looking around, seeing if there was anybody else was there so that he could ask for help. That was when he saw a rather young man, probably in his mid-20s, dressed neatly and carrying a small wooden tray.

"Do you... Do you work here?" the King asked the young man.

"You can say so," the young man replied cheerfully, "Who are you?"

"Um, my name's Gilthorpe," the King replied quickly, "But that's not the problem, you see..."

"Oh," the young man suddenly said as if he just realised something. He then sighed and mumbled something intelligible that somewhat resembled 'gosh darn it' before he pulled out a small pendant from his pocket and placed it in the King's hand, "You better make this worth it mate, or I swear I'm never gonna be able to rest peacefully."

The King was still unsure what the young man meant before he saw that light again, this time shining onto the young man before he disintegrated into dust. Surprised, the King jumped back, dropping the pendant on the ground, shattering it. He was then able to see among the broken pieces of glass was a small piece of paper rolled neatly and put into the pendant. As he opened it, the piece of paper suddenly disintegrated and from its dust, it suddenly formed a large image in front of the King that read:

'Gilly, if you're reading this message, then it probably means that Griffith had given his life. You see, by this time, we're both dead, so if you haven't caught on by now, when you directly take part in changing the future in another direction, you kind of get eradicated. No big deal. I'm not sure about the details of it, but in general, it works thusly. Now, what you will find from the shattered pieces of the pendant that Griffith gave you will be a silver cross. Give it to Samael. He'll know what to do with it. That's all I can tell you now. Make good choices.'

Right after the King finished reading the message, it started turning into dust. Is turning into dust a trend nowadays? he thought as he went back into his room. The woman and the young man, Griffith, were both 'eradicated' because they changed the future somehow. He didn't know. But the only thing he had on his mind was that he had to give the cross to Andrew. He didn't know why, but when he read the name 'Samael', the first and only thing that popped into his mind was the human child Andrew.

The King looked into the sunset as he closed his eyes. He knew what his purpose was, and he was going to fulfill it.