She was just a librarian's helper with the idea of being a ballet dancer in her head. And he... he was a singer. A rock star. A hardcore partier whose religion was drugs, sex, and rock 'n' roll. She was Emerson Maddox. He was Danny Worsnop. **This story is not for children—though I know they're going to read it anyways.**

He was majesty. The crowd was baffled as he rode off into the night, blended into the darkness. They asked each other excitedly, looked to the dark castle looming above the city. They asked questions, but James knew the answer. Their savior was the Shepherd of Fire. And he would return.