Within the once glorious land known as Mystia Meadows.
What had been a forest of magical pines
Along Damsleff Ave
Had been reduced to charred remains.
A barren hellscape faced all who dared take the journey.

The people knew the Wizemin's Prophecy:
Two mystical travelers would return
During the month of two moons

For years, both had heard night's
Void cry out, the sirens of fear
Loneliness echoing from Mystia.
As time and sand passed,
It rang in their ears alone.
If they could not will the return, none could