Princess Sashina Maelthar, only daughter of the King of the Elven Kingdom, gets ready for bed after a long but fruitful day seeing to the needs of her people as a representative of King Maelthar's authority. She is so tired she can barely keep her eyes open, her work went well and the stress that had kept her awake the past days was a distant memory. As she sits and lets the weeks stress melt away she starts to doze even as she sits up, but then a loosed arrow from an assassin hiding in a dark corner of her room pierces the princess' ample chest right through her heart. She stares down in shock and disbelief at the arrow now lodged in her chest. As she reaches out to touch the arrow she succombs the the fatal wound, with a groaning moan her eyes roll up and she falls backward onto her bed, her feet bouncing slightly. The princess takes one last breath and relaxes in death, her eyes closing on the world for the final time.

For two thousand years the princess had worked hard to calm unrest in her father's kingdom, to sow peace with neighboring kingdoms and build alliences. All that work had been undone in a single instance by the arrow of a single assassin. The princess lies dead, blood trickling from her mouth, never knowing she will be the catalyst of the single most bloody war on the history of the world for generations to come.