Amidst the dusky paths of winter night there stood a lone
figure, enveloped in a swirling mist of crimson hue. He has
traveled throughout the lone demesnes of the world, only
to once more breach the sound frontiers of Rhydin. Alone
and desperate, fate has a cruel twist of irony. For he has
once more been drawn into the troubles of the world, re-
united with his fellow comrades in arms the lad has again
been robbed of his yearning of solitude, and of freedom.
The time has come to draw his sword, and finish what he
had started so long ago, a quest and a mission for peace.
