It was a quiet, beautiful night in the solitary groves of Yartland. The crickets were chirping and you could hear the wind blowing so peacefully throughout the valley.

The old oak tree in the middle of the grove stood so proud and strong having seen horrors of the past played out before it. If tree's could talk, it would have quite a few tales to tell. Memories lingered in the wind like scattered fireflies, waiting to come together and a new tale unfold.

Suddenly, as if called upon by some malignant force, a huge dark mass began to cover the once peaceful grove. Lightning struck the ground and powerful winds began to shake the great oak to its roots.

An earthquake began to crack the ground bringing forth all the lost souls who had fallen in battle. As the dead laid hands upon the living earth again, one soul stood out among all of them. This soul had been around 100 years ago, he had caused a massacre of nearly 100,000 troops (mostly his own) due to alevolent practices in Dark Summons.

To be continued....