Lord Drakkon has seen the stars and captured them in his iron grip. Worlds have fallen to his power, power great enough to attract the attention of even more powerful beings. As one such being approaches him with a business proposal, the conqueror of worlds thinks back to another time. A time before Lord Drakkon, before the people of so many worlds bowed in his presence. A time when his name was Kyle Fawkes...

Yet another Displaced story. If you don't like Displaced, don't read... or do if you like torturing yourself, who am I to judge? This one will be a bit shorter than the others as it really isn't supposed to be its own story. More like a setup... Anyway, enjoy!!!