• Huge columns casted shadows on the sleeping city as the sun rose. The rays of light played gently over
    beautifully covered drawings making the interplayed silvers and gold glitter brightly in the dawn. If anyone was to see it they would be in awe of it'd beauty.
    Striding down the breeze way unheeding of the beauty around him was General Safron with a grim look on his face. His black armor sat out in the stark contrast to the white around him and his left fist was clenching tightly around the hilt of his sword.
    He stopped in front of a set of heavily decorated
    double door guarded but two soldiers.
    “How many have been called” he asked of them
    “All members of the High Council have been called. You are the last to arrive.” They stepped aside and opened to doors.
    General Safron frowned and walked froward inside. The guards closed to doors and they flared blue for a second indicating a magic seal. There was an auto able locking sound and the light vanished and so did the door.
    The High Council of Alarath was in session.

    Fine hours later the seal broke and the doors opened. Wary ten men exited the room and called for a runner. A boy of ten came dashing up to them.
    A man in a Lavish blue-green robes rave him a slip of paper and waved him away “Malce hast boy for time is our enemy.” The boy looked at the paper and gapped “Go!!” the mar barked.
    The boy jumped and ran off An hour later orders were given through out the city of a draft all men over the age of 18 to 550 were to enlist into the army and began traning immediately. All mage-born are to report to Master Mage Mascidora to be grouped into War Mages or Healers. The Shadows are moving.
    An older woman in green and silver robes spoke to a General Safron.”Son you must find the key at all costs” He looked at his mother puzzled ”Key? What key?”She gave him a hard look “The half-breed”



    Lightning without rain flashed in the red cloudless sky. The harsh wind ravished the naked trees of the Dead Lands. In the middle of the Lands stud a large fortress four stories tall and spanning five houses across.
    Around the fortress was a vast army of Demons and creatures of the shadows. Forgers were built everywhere forgeing thousands of armor and weapons for the soldiers.
    Within the fortress in the top floor west wing was a large room. It's floors and walls were all marble and pattered like a black and white checker bored.
    Alone in the room was a large desk made of gray wood. Sitting behind the desk sat a man but a strange man. His skin was a golden red color like the sky at dusk. His eyes were yellow cats eyes. His hair was a red as blood framing his feminine face but didn't hide his pointy black ears. Black wings unfurled from his back stretching it's muscles.
    The man grinned cruly his fangs glimed in the magelights. All is going to plan...The last pieces were to get the key and kill the traitor, then the world.