And so it was foretold in the Ancient Elven Realm of Star'Ansaria, the Kingdom abandoned long ago, the once mighty castle, now a shadow of itself, standing grimly against the changing scenery of twilight skies, the once beautiful land, dying as Mother Nature moaned and wept, humming a hauntingly melancholy song of its demise, the hills and valleys, mountains and seas fade, colored with the spilt blood of its people, in battles that took place many eons ago. The Guardians turned to the mountains to live out their days, while the remaining survivors of the land fled to the woods, each sect awaiting the day when Star'Ansaris would once again become whole. Each watched the skies, the shadows, and the seas for the return of the last remaining descendent of the long lost line of Ansaria. The Guardians saw Him first, they consulted their craft, used their powers to summon forth the shadows that escorted Him, they rejoiced as the land began to wake slowly with the promise of its soul returning. The Elven race saw signs too; they heard the trees whisper and the sea sing softly of the return of the last Ansaria to the land. Lord Micheal Alasander Eldritch Ansaria, who as if preordained was named for his ancestor but with the Eldritch added to the surname through a long ago joining of houses, he had arrived and brought with him his Beloved, Lady Angelica Rose. The realm sighed softly as the breath of life slowly returned………..