A young elven girl with beautiful, long, red hair suddenly found herself in the middle of a pitch-black plane, with no knowledge of how she got here. Before her lied the gates to a dark city, the only thing in the vicinity she was able to see. She began to wander into the large city, which was completely devoid of any life. After a while, far in the distance, she saw a great imposing citadel atop a hill illuminated by murky yellow light, with hundreds of stairs leading up to its gates. As it seemed like a beacon beckoning her closer within the darkness which surrounded her, she decided to run towards it.

  As she arrived the first of the stairs, the hill began to shrink, the stairs sinking into the floor as it did. Suddenly, she saw herself surrounded by five shadowy figures. Though she could not recognise them, and each of them seemed to have drawn their weapon, she felt no fear of them, quite the opposite, as it seemed as if they were protecting her.

  To her left stood a small yet bulky shadow wielding a battle-axe, with a tall, feline-shaped shadow standing to her right. Behind her, a man completely obscured by a cloak wielding a sword and a dagger stood next to a curvy, female-shaped shadow with horns on her head holding a wand.

  The shade in front of her, however, seemed more familiar than the others. It was not only its silhouette, but the way it moved, and the way it wielded its weapon, a greatsword glowing in golden light, which the shadow raised into the sky above the castle before them. As her own gaze wandered to were he was pointing, she was greeted with a truly horrifying sight.

  There, above the castle high in the sky was an enormous eye with a yellow pupil looking down at them, which suddenly started to move as if having felt her eyes meeting it. A terror unlike any other befell her as the eye in the sky started to fixate her, and she desperately tried to avert her gaze, though her body no longer listened to her.

  Suddenly, one shade after the other of the ones surrounding her fell and started to fade, with the one right in front of her lasting the longest, as the glow of his sword fizzled out, before dropping to the ground, where it shattered before dissolving as well. The shadow's head turned around to reveal the face of her childhood friend smiling at her, though it was not an expression of joy, but of sadness, as if he had just accepted a dreadful truth. His lips started to move, though no sound escaped as he spoke what seemed to be three words, before he too started to fade into the surrounding darkness.

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  It was then when she too was swallowed by the darkness, her surroundings fading as she lost herself in the abyss.

  At the end of everything, a voice cut through the darkness, clear, eery, and foreboding. It was a deep voice, ancient, unnerving, yet strangely calming.

  The Moons shall fall.

  Behold, a most unthinkable tale!

  Two vile gods imprisoned in a verdant jail!

  Their corpses in chains, not a muscle could be moved.

  Though the yellow eye in the skies shall not remain closed.

  AWAKEN!

  The apostle of the Void, his call resounds through the skies.

  With the help of an army, united by his countless lies.

  All for this day, the one which is soon to come:

  When all of Creation will be undone.

  And the Moons shall fall.

  Six Blades of Order????????united by fate ???????are standing strong.

  Each wielded by a ?????????great hero ????????to right this wrong.

  The Blade of Fire, a short tempered dwarf dreaming of great heights.

  The Blade of Earth, a lion seeking penance on the path of knights.

  The Blade of Water, a cursed demoness, scarred, yet fair.

  The Blade of Wind, the elf who I forced to prepare.

  The Blade of Dark, a human born of ill fate.

  United by the wielder of the Holy Blade.

  Heed the warning of Barbas, it is one of just few,

  Go north to the kingdom and unite these six heroes true.

  Should you fail on your journey before a year had passed,

  Moros' days will be numbered, this be the first of the last.

  The elven girl awoke with a jolt from what she believed to be a nightmare.

  Her bed was in chaos, likely due to her tossing and turning in her sleep, her blanket barely clinging unto the edge, her pillows strewn all over her queen-sized bed, and her bedsheets in complete disarray. This was not the first nightmare she ever suffered from, though it has been quite some time since the last. Unlike any dream which came before, however, which at best would remain a hazy mess in her memory, she remembered every detail of this one, from beginning to the end, just as clear as the moment she had dreamt it.

  Especially concerned by the name mentioned at the end of her dream, she decided to climb out of bed and walk outside towards her father's office. Maybe he could make sense of it?