Thack layed asleep waiting for something. He dreamed of his village burning and his fate almost destroyed. Then he saw him, a man riding at the attackers. He cut at them like they where paper. Then the prince came, and the battle of the most epic proportion took place. Bothe of them hacking at eachother wanting to win. Finally, the man fell. The prince left and Thack, as a kid, walked over to the corps. He reached for the white helmet and removed it, seeing his face.