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.