All great Fantasy starts with a journey: Prophecies, Mages, Magick, Elves and in their midst a young man who is the key to everyones survival
Long before the world was split asunder, a time when man still held the Elves close to his heart. A time when the Tridents were still Gods of Earth, Fire and Sky and a time when the Mages had not walked the land. The Ankari were one people. They were revered among all folk and even the Elves looked upon them with awe.
But as the world came into its maturity and the people of the world grew tired of love and harmony, some among the Ankari began to feel that they were entitled to more than their fellow man, after all they were the Ankari, kings among men and kings… well kings do not live in unison with serfs. The wars to follow were terrible to behold, no other race of man stood a chance. The Elves had no wish to meddle in the affairs of men and withdrew themselves into a cloak of myth and legend. It seemed that the world was destined to live forever under the iron fist of tyranny. That is until the return of the Elves...
But what was to come would be worse then anything the world could have imagined...