• A Princess in tears is such a terrible sight, especially one as beautiful as Miana. She let her long black hair fall as she sobbed hopelessly. A manly arm climbed up into her window, and she looked up and cried harder. The arm revealed itself to be a very long haired handsome man, with the kind of muscles you counldn't see but knew were there. He was a brave man, and he wasnt afraid of climbing up such a high window.
    "I will be off now Miana." He said as he climbed back out.
    "No!" Miana demanded. "Why do you need to travel all the way to Mander."
    "Markon is trapped there my dear." He said with hopes that she would understand.
    "Let the royal military rescue him, it is far too dangerous to do this by you're lonesome." Miana offered, positive she had won.
    "The royal military is not fast enough, Gildova is much faster, and I am going now." Miana grabbed his hand. "I will not let you go Rand!" She demanded. He shook her hand off.
    "I am not going yet, just going to retrieve something." He bounded out the window, and did return some minutes later, with a small bag. Maina wondered about the bag, as the strenght of her curiosity is only rivaled by her short temper. Rand pulled out two candles, made of solid gold! He lit them each with an even more mysterious pair of steel rods. The candle lit nicely and Rand threw it out of the window, leaving the sticks. He returned again, with the candle still lit. Miana was amazed.
    "This flame will stay strong until it is blown on." Rand said as he pulled another and lit it. He placed it on her windowsill as he left, got onto Gildova, his dragon sized hawk, and flew away into the daylight.
    The king saw for his garden."that boy better return, he has grandchildren to raise for me." It took one day to get to Mander, and Miana never slept.
    Meanwhile....
    Rand had made his way to the cell, and rescued Markon. He was just on top of the roof ready to make a getaway when the king arrived from nowhere. He attacked Rand when he had Markon in his hands, took his weapon and sent him backing, defenseless on the top of the castle. With a sadness in his heart, Rand blew out his candle from the bag he had on. Then in a sudden rush of feathers, he and Markon were saved in the claws of Gildova. As soon as Miana saw she had ran to her stable. She went to her favorite horse and whispered in his ear: "I know what you are." The horse screamed and wings grew out of its sides. She charged to the castle and made it in about twenty hours. With the rage if a fireball she killed all the guards and the king with all the rage. She returned with an appluad, for she had just deafeated thier rival.

    Years later, a young man, the son of Miana and Rand had a similar problem, with his mother and a girl. He looked in her old room and saw the golden candle in all its splendor, just waiting to have another adventure.