My name is Tillie Roanda Haritt.  I have lived in the Mossgrove Palace for my whole life with my mother, brother Chance, and sister Remy.  Unlike my brother who is a cobbler and my sister who is a scholar, I have no trade.  Which means I will always be a servant at the Mossgrove Palace just like my mother. 

             I am nineteen years young and I attend to Princess Mikeala, but my life hasn't always been this bland.  When I was five (Remy was eight and Chance was ten) my father saved my life.  This was my first and only memory of him.  We were out in the street outside of the Palace (my father was a guard at the Palace) when there was an attack.  I look almost exactly like Princess Mikeala and that day a psycopath decided he wanted to kill her.  The only problem was he mistaked Princess Mikeala for me.  He shot arrows and darts at me but my father noticed what was going on before I had and he pushed me out of the way.  Within a few minutes the poison darts had entered his blood stream and severly maimed him.  My father is still alive, but paralylized, mute, and blind.  He lives in the Palace infirmary and the only antidote are dragon tears.  The only probelm is that there are no dragons left in the world, the last one died hundreds of years earlier.  Stories circulate around the city of one dragon still being alive, but it is too far away from me to go. 

             For my last birthday he gave me a necklace with a dragon charm.  It has four dragon heads and in each of their mouths are small black stones.  In the center of the necklace is a larger black stone.  I wear it everyday because it reminds me of him. 

              I have to find a dragon or he will wither away to nothing.