The enchanted forest, home of many Fae, had gone dark. It wasn't like the sun never shined over the land. No, not dark in that sense. There was a presence within that kept its bordered shrouded behind a thick green mist. Anyone foolish enough to enter would never been seen again.
Before the mysterious vapor appeared, there were always two guardians protecting the land's magical ley line. All communication from them—a master and an apprentice—had gone silent. Together they kept the land safe. No one outside the guardians knew what was protected within the vast, beautiful forest.
Many speculated that they had failed, and a great evil had been unleashed. Local kingdoms were rallying their forces, calling their banner men. They believed that if left unchecked the evil would consume the world
