"Dreaming again, Douglas? You'd better go and get some wood." Dorell's voice brought me back to reality. I didn't answer, but took my knife and went out of our little cottage in the middle of the forest. In fact, Dorell was my grandfather, but I called him by his name because we had never been close. Maybe a long time ago when I was a child, I loved him, but I don't remember. Ten years ago when I was six, the English came to Scone Abbey to take Lia Fail. All my family had been killed long before that, but Dorell was at the abbey. He is a wizard, he could stop King Edward, I knew it, but he did nothing. He stood and watched as the English king took our stone and carried it away. I can't forgive Dorell for that.