As the prince and his brother trained during the night they heard a strange noise. A short fluffy monster had appeared before them. The prince looked at this creature strangely. Its eyes were glowing red and its teeth were showing. The prince backed up a little bit. The odd creature stood there with the smell of the food still in the air the creature jumped towards the ashes. Dethearth and Helaman both jumped back a little bit. As the curious creature found out there was no food left he stopped being as ferocious as he seemed. Dethearth slowly walked towards it seeing that the real danger of it killing anyone was gone. Curiously he started to pet the fluffy creature. The creature enjoyed this and started to circle around the prince's feet.
As the prince watched the creature he noticed something. He noticed that the creature had been attacked by a human and he also noticed, do to its actions, that this was the renowned Night Stalker. He had learned from this experience that the Night Stalker, that the people of his villaged feared, had only been vicious only when attacked first. He also learned that he could change his body parts when needed. If he needed to protect his arm he could transform his arm without having to transform his body. Shortly after his first encounter with the Night Stalker he went to sleep.
He arose during midday and started to train more with his brother. He had learned fast and learned different skills. That night the Night Stalker had returned looking for the same thing. This time Dethearth and Helaman had planned ahead. They took the food and had slowly fed the Night Stalker. Dethearth had slowly started to tame the Night Stalker after noticing how peaceful in nature it really was. When he went to bed the Night Stalker laid down by his feet. Dethearth arose the next morning while the sun was just coming up. He had noticed that the Night Stalker had stayed with him. He started to cook breakfast for him and his brother. He had made a special meal for the Night stalker. As the ate they heard the sound of a man screaming. It was close by so they went to see what it was. As they got there they saw a rich man whipping someone of the poor class.
"YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO RUN AWAY FROM ME! DO YOU UNDERSTAND THIS!? YOU ARE MY SLAVE YOU VOWED TO GIVE YOUR LIFE TO ME AND ME ALONE!" Screamed the rich man.
Dethearth had transformed and stepped out of the brush that they were hiding behind. As he stepped out the rich man had looked at him with a frightened glare. The rich man slung his whip at Dethearth. Unaffected, Dethearth walked towards him. The rich man got on his knees and begged for Dethearth to spare him.
"No man shall beat his slave for running away. You should only reward him for wanting a better life. Do you know who I am mortal? I am the prince of Draco. I have lived in the slums as a poor man because i hated the way my father ruled. I had given my life to please those who needed protection. I had given my life to saving those who are hungry. I did not give my life for those who beat their slaves or to those who had shown evil towards other humans. Stand now and fight or forever live like a coward in the streets of your town." Said Dethearth nonchalantly.
