It has happened—the path to the magical Crescent Lake has been traversed. It would seem that now Bel can peacefully wait for the nearly grown dragon to take wing, lead Uncle Guido by the nose, and rejoice that her loved ones are near.
But how can one sit idly by when blood flows like a river on black altars, diplomatic relations with the neighbors have not been established, and a new force has appeared in the Empire laying claim to the throne—a black necromancer? And finally, how can one lose a whole year when at the magical Academy of Galaren lectures are given on any subject—from necromancy to the Viking language? On top of that, the wedding, for very valid reasons, is postponed indefinitely, and yet another prince appears on the horizon—overly inquisitive, but very handsome indeed…
It seems young Bel will not have to be bored!