The two houses bonded … the legend was set in motion. It was in the year of the child's fourth birthday when the darkness reached the fair place… and as before… the darkness was undeniable. Once again, the three fled into the fading light… but all did not go well, and the lives of the two, father and mother both were stolen. The child remained alive, being hidden in a grove of trees when the dark struck. Lived and cried.

The child waited till the darkness departed in pursuit of yet more light, than ran to his fading parents. "We have not long to live, my son" said his father… "You must live, you are the one legend says will destroy this darkness forever." Go unto the east; through this terrible darkness… till you reach a place called the Valley of Kranlianon, where there is a mighty sorcerer that even the darkness is afraid of. You must seek his aid, speak unto him, and tell him your story, as we have told you. He will have no choice but to aid you when he learns you are the one of the legends."

Soon after his father passed; the child was alone with naught but misery and purpose in his life. So he wept for what could not be and ran, fast as the shadow crept across the land, he ran... Tirelessly, driven by a need, by a purpose of great importance… revenge.

Until at last he entered the shadowed light of the Valley.

There he met the great sorcerer who, upon hearing his story had compassion, and trained the child of only four years in the way of magick. Years passed and the learning continued until the year of the child's fourteenth birthday. When the great sorcerer came unto the child in his meditation, and gave him his next purpose. To travel though the completely darkened worlds all around the valley unto the far lands which are across the great seas. Into the land of Lysva. Where darkness was held at bay by fierce resistance. There he was to aid as much as possible.

So he left, and traveled with minimal resistance, for the darkness was overconfident in itself, and did not suspect any trouble from the heart of its armies. The only real resistance he met was at the dockside, where he was seeking passage to the lands of light.

A group of patrolling soldiers stopped him, and questioned his loyalty, for he wore no armour of dark, as was required

Poor fools, they never had a chance. He walked away wearing dark armour.

Finding passage easily enough, he traveled as one of the dark unto the far lands. Upon arriving he set of with the rest of the crew into the fortified camp where he lost his armour, and casting an illusion of invisibility upon himself, shadowed away into the light.

He traveled for a time, without removing his illusion… into the land of Lysva, where he found despair and sorrow heavy upon the air. He continued into the land to a great city. A city of massive walls and fortified towers. Where he entered in, unknown to the sentries, and began searching for a place to rest. Spying a palace in the haze ahead, he slipped through the streets unknown, and climbing the walls… entered the grounds.

Upon entering the grounds he found himself in the gardens. Beautiful and lustrous they were, full of exotic flowers and plants. Smelling the blossoms, he crept silently through the shadows… drawing closer to the palaces main building, when he heard a voice. The sound of singing, beautiful and voluminous, flew out across the space into his keen hearing. Unable to resist he paced across to the source, and there shrouded in a soft moonlight was an exquisite lady. Tall and graceful, she intoxicated his mind. As he stood there in silent rapture, entranced by her beauty, she stopped singing. Shocked at the sudden silence, he stood in bewilderment at the break. Then a cold feeling washed over him. She was staring right at him. Not near him, or at something behind him, but at him.

She stared stunned, what madness was this... out of nowhere a man had simply "appeared". Then it was that he realized what had happened, so transfixed had he been with her beauty, he had lost his concentration, and hence his invisibility.

So there they were, the two, staring in bewilderment at each other. Till a passing sentry saw him. And rushing forward with his weapon in hand, tried to place this unknown intruder at arrest. With a flick of his wrist he froze the sentry, and saying a silent plea to the lady, fled away into the darkness. Running towards the compound, his mind a flurry of thoughts and emotions, he burst through the nearest door he could find. Right into the middle of hundreds of soldiers at their evening meal.

Surprised by the sudden commotion, they all turned to see the cause. A man clothed in outlandish garb, and surrounded by an aura of menace stood in the midst of what was left of the barracks doors. "I'm looking for someone in authority" he said, in a voice that was quiet, but filled the whole room. As one the soldiers looked to the door at the far end of the hallway, and back again. Taking it as the answer he walked through the throngs of men to the gilded doors, and with a thought swung them open.

Inside was dark after the glare, so he summoned a flame above his outstretched palm, and with that light to guide him, he stepped forward. Around him were gigantic pillars and ahead, was a gigantic throne, laced with gold and silver, upon which sat a lady of much beauty. With a vague similarity to the lady he had seen in the gardens, her mother perhaps. Around her were small candles in vast multitudes, so he extinguished the flame, and approaching, fell to one knee before her, as he thought was proper.

"Arise sir, and tell me what thou wouldst have of me" Standing he looked up at her, "I am sent of a great sorcerer, to aid the people of this land in the fight against the dark. What would you have of me?" "And you also are a sorcerer?" "Yes" "So young to be one so powerful. We have a great need of all the help we can get in these ages of trouble" Go back to the barracks and ask for the General, as he is known, and tell him what you have told me. He will know what to do. So the man went, and did as was commanded.

Many days later, at the front of the battle, he stood alone on a field of much slaughter, scarred and marred he stood. The lone survivor of a catastrophic battle which involved himself, the dark legions, and none other. And returning to the palace, knelt once more before the Queen, "Cleansed of the dark has your land been" "May you reign in peace till time takes it path upon thee." Upon which the man fell unconscious to the floor, strained further than the powers of mere men, lost into the magick that he commanded so powerfully.

Months passed, and the lady of the garden tended to his wounds, singing softly to him, caring as none other could. Till the day when he awoke.

Singing, he could hear singing, he recognized it. The sound of melodious perfection, the voice of the lady in the garden. Startled his eyes sprung open. "Mlady, what… where am I?" "In bed, in the palace of the Queen of Lysva, you are the hero that has saved us all Mlord." "I don't remember anything of such a thing" fear washed over him… all he could remember was the lady of the garden.

"Mlady, who am I? Where do I come from? Who are my people?" "I am terribly sorry Mlord, we know nothing of these things." "It is of small importance Mlord. We will be your people; this will be your nation. You will be the Lord of Lysva.

Smiling he looked up at her, "And you? Are you not the Lady of Lysva?" she smiled back… "Yes Mlord"