“Hatsj alfa niwa niwa alfa hastj!” Ancient letters whispered in Hannah’s ear. In a flash Hannah shook up. She looked around her and she needed a couple of seconds to realize where she was. This was the football stadium Hannah claimed. The goblins made her a huge throne on one of the tribunes The grass field was now used for Hannahs entertainment. Humans dancing, juggling, acting. Converting humans into goblins and seeing outburst of fear and anger from the other spectators. Hannah loved it all. But since she had been in Nifden, the southernmost district of Tanqua she was having all these kinds of weird visions and dreams. People whispering her name in her ear, spelling letter by letter in some kind of ancient language only Hannah seemed to understand. It was as if something magical was buried down here below, as if something was calling for her. Or were those dreams driving her mad? No! Hannah smiled. She’d been mad for a very long time now. Hannah chuckled cruelly. She was the mad empress of Nifden and she had so much power. Hannah smiled again. She loved it. She loved those tiny useless humans so much. Suddenly her thoughts were interrupted as she heard someone approaching, walking from a side door of the tribune. Curious on who it was, Hannah looked aside.