Afeclin walked nervously to the entry of the cottage. He held his breath as he passed over the threshold. A little cradle was the only piece of furniture left in the building. Afeclin touched the cradle delicately with one finger. All of a sudden he fell backward onto the floor as an image of the fire burst into his mind... He had seen a horrified face that screamed amongst red hot flames. Found beyond the Elvin borders, Afeclin, a human child, is taken in and raised by an Elvin King. Now grown and longing to learn about the mystic arts, he embarks on a journey back into a land now...

The Diamaar Druid held up his clenched hand, his long slender fingers clasping something small and solid. As he began to chant a ball of fire struck his throat burning his face and igniting his robes. His body was enveloped in a torrent of flames. Then they saw him. In a long black cloak with his hood covering his face, he stood before the raging fire. The Dark Mage. Zallucien let his gaze fall to the floor as his Window to the World began to darken. The time draws near. In the five years since Afeclin, Wolflang and Lenna crossed the Tebelligan border, the Warlord as presence in Marrapassa...