1 Awake

The year is 1519. The Alliance of Shadows is born where creatures of the night are united to take the desolate continent of Somnus as their home. At 1520, the alliance chose Dark Lord Asreal who is respected among his peers to lead them. At the year 1523, the land of Somnus became the Land of Shadows. For five years these creatures sustained themselves and avoided conflict with other races as vest they could. Then, a prophecy came. It was foretold that a Lord of the Shadow will rise among the ashes of the old world and will usher the beginning of a new age. Fear struck the land and other races. In response to this prophecy, the Grand Alliance was born. Legions of Human, Elves, and Dwarves marched to the land of Somnus. Armed with flaming weapons, they ravaged the lands lighting everything in fire. Soon war came to what is known as the War of Flames.

It was 1531. The war ended. Lord Asreal met his demise in the Battle of the Black City. The night creatures came back to the shadows. With their cities burned and livestock stolen from them, the night creatures came back in preying upon other races.

It was 1532. The remaining Night Creatures are hunted by the Wild Hunt.

In the year 1534, the first village of Trifall was created in the far west of Somnus. Soon after, major cities such as Merewan and Faerun is founded.

The year is 1561. The world is dark. Amon rose from his long slumber. He woke up inside a crumbling castle. The only thing that he remembers is his name. He pushed the stones that have buried him until light met his eyes. As soon as he is free from the rubble, he fixed his white silky hair. His body is skinny and stiff as if he is a man unfed for at least three weeks or maybe even more. Weak and malnourished, he then looked at his surroundings. He is in a room, a well decorated room full of rust and dust. Most of the furnitures are torn to pieces as if they were burned. Some clothes lie below the floor which he chose to wear. He left the room and soon approached a great hall which seems to be the throne room. The carpet is red though most of its parts are tattered. There is a black banner which have the insignia of a silver dragon forming the letter S. The throne is half destroyed and gigantic columns fall among its surroundings. He saw something dazzling in the middle of the floor; a golden chalice. Amon picked it up. It smelled of something rusty, something quite delicious, something he craves for a long time. It smelled of blood.

Amon continued to explore the castle. Each room could tell a hundred tale but there none to talk for it. The only inhabitant of the desolate structure is him. As he walked among the fallen rubble of a once great castle he felt a great sadness though he doesn't know why. How could he? He only remembers his name after all.

He is starting to get sleepy. He is about to close his eyes when he heard something strange. A loud bang. Someone is trying to open the door. Amon hurriedly went to the castle entrance and as soon as he arrived he saw something delicious. He saw food. He saw humans.

"Careful now Josh, there be treasures in here I'm sure of that"

"You better be, I spent good money just for this expedition. Tyler, Kevin! You two guard the entrance while me and Josh will explore the castle."

"Yes sir"

The two humans kept babbling as Amon listened while hiding in the shadows.

"Now where's the treasure room here?"

"Wait, let me check the map"

As soon as the two men where distracted, Amon decided to approach the prey. With swift movement, he grabbed one of them and threw it into a dark room. His head immediately banged on the cold stone walls covering it in blood. The other man didn't have time to react, Amon swiftly grabbed his head and swiftly bit off his neck. Blood spurted out everywhere and Amon drank it. Slowly, the blood regenerated him back to his senses. He got his perfect face back, the skinny body became perfectly muscular. He got his physique back but Amon needs more. He grabbed the other unconscious man on the dark room and proceeded in draining all of his blood.

Two more humans are at the entrance. Two more food. Amon carefully went to their location. He can now sense them, he knows where they are. One is at the courtyard strolling in the garden. The other is at the door observing the rubbles. Amon carefully went to the garden. There he saw his next victim which he bit as soon as possible. With each kill he regains more of his power. Finally he can think straight. He is no longer an animal looking for food. He is now a predator that is willing to study his prey. Now he approaches the final victim. No more hiding in the shadows. Whatever weapon the man have, Amon is sure that he can handle it. As he slowly walk towards the man, he saw fear in the man's eyes.

"Who are you?! What are you doing here?" the man screamed.

"My name is Amon. What I'm doing here, I do not know"

"Kevin! There's a man here at the entrance come quick!"

"That is not needed, you are alone here"

"Joshua! Boss Marcus! I need help here" the man continued shouting as he turns back readying his short sword.

Amon smiled, he anticipated this. He slowly approached the man and as soon as he reached the preferred distance, Amon suddenly tackled the man. The man dropped his sword out of fear and shock as Amon grabbed his head. Instead of biting the man's neck just like the others, Amon absorbed the man. All his intellect, all his skills. Amon learned it all. Amon also received his victim's memories. For the first time he felt emotions, sadness, fear, acceptance. He felt them all. As soon as he finished learning, he dropped the man traumatized but still alive. Amon decided not to kill him but rather leave his comatose body for the insects to eat.

Unaware of what the New World will bring to him, Amon began to leave the castle with his hunger clenched and human knowledge at hand, Amon decided to go south to the nearest village of Trifall.