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     The Darkening of the Forest - Two years had gone by without incident since the False Prince was banished, then the forest of Enchantica began to darken... farms were found empty, and unearthly wails were heard in the night. Then the entire city of Drak Yardok was destroyed. None knew what happened, but whatever it was, it happened fast, and it happened painfully. It was at about this time that Onaeus had his prophecy.

     The Collapse of the Alliance - Another portent of bad things to come was the collapse of the United Kingdoms of the North... it seems the some minor incident widened the small crack betwixt all the mighty kingdoms south fo the Empire, the very alliance that the Empire seeked to enter. Now, many kingdoms have withdrawn behind their own borders, and none know what happens behind them. That was a harsh portent to the druids... chaos was beginning to reign in the south, and the eastern forest was going mad. When would it spread to the north?

     The Prophecy is given - Onaeus is given a vision by Kala herself; Demons have returned to Draconia, and the only thing that can stop them is something called the "Window of Souls". The problem is, nobody knows what it is... Is it an object, a place, or a person?

     The Search begins - The druids scatter across the world, seeking information about the Window of Souls. Patriarch Onaeus and Duke Darkar have taken a caravel, and have travelled to the land of Aylic Dashar. Onaeus once visited there during the Revolution, and found it to be an incredible enchanted island. Perhaps a magical artifact such as the Window could be found there?

     Good news from the South - It seems that the good Knightly Orders and Kingdoms of the South had not perished, as was feared at first. The Alliance still lived, and though it was smaller, it was stronger than ever before. This came as a welcome sigh of relief during these troubled times.

     The Empire of Draconia becomes a member of the glorious Alliance of the southern states, and while the people rejoice in the cities below, the nobles in the lofty citadels were grim. They knew it was good that they could get help from their allies in the south, but would it be enough? The Forest had already swallowed the legions of Enchantica, would a handful of paladins and seekers be enough to staunch the tide?

     Duke Stein of the Lakelands gathers together a band of brave warriors, many of them powerful nobles, and together they try to find the root of the evil by plunging into the heart of Enchantica. They were never seen again.

     Onaeus and Darkar return from their journeys, bringing newly initiated druids from the eastern lands of the Forgotten Order. Onaeus marries the Lady Malinalda, but a few days later, the Emperor makes a call to arms.

     All the duchies of the Empire raise their legions, and march to Dragonspire Keep. All save the Lakelands, for the men of Westmarch to the south were beginning to stir, once again looking toward the lands of the Dragon with envy. The border castles were garrisoned once again, while the uncountable legions of draconii knights camped around the capital, the greatest army ever formed upon the soil of the empire, following in the footsteps of their forefathers.

     The combined legions march into the forest, but encounter little resistance for a short time, until they reach the River of Visions. There, the first pitched battle with the legions of Mephistos begins. The confident human commanders weren't prepared for the suicidal ferocity demonstrated by the daemons, and so were hard pressed to fend them back. However, Haldir used the river to his advantage, and stuffed the fires out of many of the hellspawn.

     The legions push far into Enchantica, their sheer numbers pushing back the daemons, heading straight for Drak Yardok, the place where their brothers were cut down like grass two years before. Nothing could stop them.

     Draconia comes upon Drak Yardok, where some of the most hideous and powerful of the beasts resided. In the heat of battle, Onaeus and a handful of his companions, including the Emperor, penetrated the walls, heading into the inner citadel.

     The druids come to the forefront, clearing the way for Draconia to enter. Warriors breach the walls at every side, pouring into the city... To find it empty. There were daemons clustered about the walls, but they were dispatched with relative ease by this point. Lord Valiant, back in his home, took command of the army and the army took command of the gutted city. For three nights, Valiant held the city against the hordes that came... The Darkness couldn't stand the spot of Light within its midst, and strove with all its might to take back its bastion.

     On the third day, the sun rose for the first time in two years. The flowers and trees of the forest bloomed, seeking the sunlight that had long been denied them. The daemons looked about in confusion, not comprehending what had happened. The humans weren't at all sure either, until the Emperor stumbled out of the central citadel. Torn and blooded, Haldir told his people that all was better, that the Darkness Himself had been beaten, had been contained once again. Haldir had the look of a haunted man, and wouldn't say what fate had befallen Onaeus and his companions. Everytime he was asked, a single tear came to his eyes, and he didn't answer.

     The daemons were much easier to contain now that the Darkness was defeated. A large garrison was left in Drak Yardok, and people slowly began to trickle back to their homes. The trees began to return to their beautiful, natural forms, and people saw animals again, real animals. The men of Draconia went back to their homes, ever vigilant.