As I lay in my bed last night, snug as a cocoon wrapped in a bed of dreamy leafy sheets, strange lights came to my eyes and awoke me from my gentle slumber. Yet, where I awoke was not my bed of green and white sheets that clung tight to me as I drifted to sleep last night. Where I awoke was a strange land, I would possibly go so far as to not call this a land, for this was no human place. The cold air chilled me and the purple swirling blankness of a ground spread for many miles growing ever further and greater. Above me was cloud containing swirls of reds and purples and pinks and oranges that danced across the sky, sending sparks to one another playing tag through the black abyss which they could not leave. In the distance, peeking through the layers of white and pink fog covering the horizon, I could see peaks of black mountains and floating pieces of earth that were carried by the stiff cold air and swirled around the looming peaks. This was not a place made for men, but rather a land of the unknown.

Suddenly, a bright flash of light appeared before me, blinding me and emitting a heat so great I began to sting all over my hands that were outstretched in front of me to try and push away the unrelenting light. Then with a crack, which sounded like lightning striking, the light and heat were gone. Now stood a cloaked figure barely metres in front of me. Some strange conviction came over me and I fell to my knees. The figure removed their hood to reveal a human face, with eyes that surpassed the clouds in vibrancy and colour. They opened their mouth to speak and no words came out. I didn’t hear anything at all, but I knew this was no longer a dream that took me from my warm bed, this was real and the figure standing before me was the fallen god of ‘Fintan’. The figure began to walk away and quickly turned back to face me. I felt the overwhelming power coming from the figure. I was scared by the unnerving aura being given off by this god. As it walked away the world around me crumbled slowly into white and as I opened my eyes I was back in my bed, everything was normal. But that was no dream and as I rubbed my eyes to arouse myself from my slumber I noticed a glowing purple mark embedded into the skin of my hand. This god is truly real and truly terrifying, if it were to be forgotten I could only fear the worst for all of Elyria. And such, I now spread this god’s name, only in hope to protect us from their almighty wrath. The wrath of the forgotten god FIntan that has marked me to be their prophet and carry their legacy…