8 Chapter VII: Legends of Valorre

Nearly blinded, the sudden rush of light blurred my vision. My eyes began to refocus on the heavily lit throne room as a notably distorted figure moved closer until he was clearly in front of me.

"Wh-who are you?" I questioned in an aggressive yet defensive tone as the flame-white armored figure stopped in front of me. His hands raised to remove a fire yellow and silver lion-engraved crown-encrested helmet revealing a near golden-eyed man with an older face weathered through the years. And at that very moment I knew.

His mouth cracked open as he spoke to me, "Hello Vyth, son of Arrick. I am King Vaardin and on behalf of the people of Avalorre, we are all in dire need of your help. Your Father was a brave man. No, no, tis' the latter, I mean your father was one of the bravest men I have ever had serve under me, A Legend among legends in his own right."

"It was he who created our order, The Order of Alpha Omega to protect those around us from ultimate chaos. Even so, he knew the risks involved and yet walked a fine line along the edge of death against darkness."

"I'm afraid, you too have now already met with such, we call them The Fayde. A darkness so evil it has since existed among us centuries thriving even before the dawn of creation from a place beyond space and time."