The kingdom of Hetopia had been a peaceful kingdom in its early years. Then the dragons came. Many lost their lives in the age that became known as the dragon war. To bring peace back to their kingdom, the Hetopians made a pact with the dragon elders. Each year, a sacrifice was to be made. One civilian every year for all eternity. So the sacrificial ceremony began. Each year, a sacrifice was chosen and the royal house was lucky. Since only one heir was born each generation was born, they were never chosen as to continue the blood line. That was until the current king and queen, King Terren and Queen Gwen had the prince and princess. Twins were quite rare, yet there came Prince Clarrik and Princess Calista. Both siblings were fair haired and blue eyed, though Clarrik was far more vocal than his twin sister who preferred hiding in her books.Though Calista was born first, Clarrik was chosen to be ineligible for the sacrifice since he was male, leaving Princess Calista the first royal in centuries to be eligible to become a sacrifice once she became of age. Having become of age the previous winter, Calista was officially eligible to be chosen as the sacrifice when summer came. It had been unanimous. Her parents and brother were devastated, however Calista had accepted it the moment she heard the council's decision. She had two days with her family before the night of the sacrificial ceremony. An hour before the ceremony, Calista had been escorted to an almost empty chamber. There was a copper tub so she could bathe, a towel to dry off with, and a white shift dress for her to change into for the ceremony. Once she was done, the council retrieved her to escort her where she was to be left for the dragons. As they exited the council building, they made their way through the city, out the city walls, and to the sacrificial circle which consisted of a circle of torches surrounding two wooden poles connected by an iron beam along the top, a set of shackles dangling from the iron beam. Her parents and brother awaited her, her parents saying nothing and her brother whispering "I'm sorry, Cali ..." in her ear. Whispering back with a sad smile, she would kiss her brother's cheek. "It's alright, Lar. Take care of mother and father. They will need you." With her final goodbyes said, she would nod to the nearest councilman signaling that she was ready. With a sad nod, the councilman and two guards would escort her to the center where they proceeded to raise her arms, shackling her wrists before the backed away. "I am so very sorry, Princess ..." the councilman whispered before the small group disappeared, leaving Calista alone, her heart slamming in her chest as she awaited her fate.