Midsummer, Year of the Blood Mist

The waves rolled softly onto the sand, Foam spraying onto the shore. Wind blew softly through the trees, Sensing a disturbance in nature. Karinna was returning!

The Evil One brought a trail of death wherever she went. Men and Immortals stayed away from her side of the river, But she was finding ways to cross the Nilamika.

Five hundred years ago she had been defeated, By a small girl, Hamiathe, Who later became an Immortal herself. Only she could defeat the Demon Queen.

Now, five hundred years later, Hamiathe must do her work again. She will quest to the Demon's territory And destroy her. Or so we hope.

Extract from the Writings of Lady Tatiana of the Mountain Dertafani Ruler of the Immortals of the Mountain

Midsummer, Time of War We have waited a long time for this. The Immortals of the Lumière are growing tired, Of the constant evil happening, On the other side of the river. Where Demons are bred, And Karinna dwells.

The sunset glows gold and crimson, Tingeing the hills from afar, But the beauty stops abruptly, When it meets the border of Karinna's Territory.

We must wait. We must fight. Wait for the warrior, Hamiathe to guide us. And when she does, The sky will no longer be gold, But coated with a red mist.

Lumièreiris of the Lumière Ruler of the Immortals of Light