And so it begins as the best adventures often do when ordinary days become most extraordinary.
It seems as if the dark clouds have been gathering. The winds of discontent whisper their secret woes.
Ill fortunes have fallen upon many during these dark days.All around the turmoil and melancholy are hard to avoid. More than ever the people have become disenchanted and wandered off. Masses have been silenced. Many abandon a solitary desolate landscape.
Though many became lost in the desolation of the dark time. There were those who chose another path. A path illuminated by hope of brighter days to come.
Some knew of a secluded sanctuary hidden deep within the forest. An enchanted clearing where they gather now.
A tiny glimmering light can now be seen glowing through the trees. Gathered there a few who are pure of heart dedicate themselves to sharing that light. They are creating a beacon for others to follow.
In time that little glimmer will grow to illuminate the land.
perhaps bringing back light love and laughter to every dark corner.
But first there are a few monsters to battle.
