In the deepest corner of the galaxy, a lone, vast planet called Horukaan revolved solemnly around two suns. It was the home of many hundreds of thousands of humans, all of who lived their ordinary little lives, each regarding their own domain as separate worlds. As a consequence of the Great War, which tore the nations and lands apart, the world was torn apart and the people of Horukaan lived in discord, each nation and land keeping to their own domain and minding their own business. In the aftermath of the Great War, after the Dark armies had fallen, the world believed light would finally rise and spill over the world, setting things right and bringing harmony and peace even to the farthermost corners of the vast planet.
The Jedi, warriors of light and protectors of the people, rebuilt their Order and continued with their noble mission. Living behind the mines of Mangora, in the Jedi Temple, which had been built by their predecessors and which survived the War, they educated children in the ways of the light side and continued with their lives, studying the ways of the Force and trying to bring peace to the world.
What was once a vast Droddian Kingdom, a nation of warriors, split into many separate lands and colonies after the Great War and several of them remained living on the First Continent. The Caelian nation remained living in the Oceanic Land of Lateen, choosing, as before, not to meddle in the business of other races. Living lives of devotion to science and the study of magic and alchemy, they lived their extraordinary long lives away from the squabbles and arguments of every one else. The Malaskians, who were cheerful and carefree by nature, lived in many colonies all across Horukaan, trying to pick things up where they left them before the Great War ravaged the planet and brought famine and misery to everything alive. And the Albinians, who were the most dominant race of them all, mixed freely with others, many of them founding brand new societies and choosing to go back to their old ways, when everything made sense.
Once the Dark Lord of the Second Age, who started the Great War, disappeared in the far Land of Gnath up north, everyone breathed with relief. At last it seemed that the evil retreated back into the pit where it came from and went to sleep. For many decades it was indeed so. Life went on; and the wheel of life, which always turned, without regard to the misery or happiness of the people, continued turning. For many decades the suns rose and set, seeing the same face of the world and being witnesses to the common lives and worries of ordinary people.
One day, however, a stranger entered the Land of Gnath, looking for a life he never had. This stranger had everything; and yet he yearned for more. He had seen the world and he was not satisfied with what he saw. He wanted more; and he dared to want more. The red mist of the Land of Gnath parted before him and a spirit spoke into his ear, telling him about the wonders of Darkness, about its power, about its beauty. And the stranger without a name accepted the hand proffered to him. He did not know what he was looking for until he found it. In the deepest night, the stars trembled as the Black Flame was ignited once again and a mortal hand lifted it to carry it back to the world and once again bring glory to Darkness. He was given the title of the voice of Darkness on the face of the world; and at the beginning of the Third Age, a new Dark Lord arose and carried the Black Flame to the kingdom of Gotan, the Kingdom of snow and ice, where he would found the new Sith Order, find an apprentice and educate him or her in the ways of the Dark side.
Only the Dark Lord did not find just one apprentice, but two. They lived in isolation, studying the Dark side in secret and preparing themselves for the task which stood ahead of them – for the Darkness to rule the world once again. Growing up in tears, sweat and pain, the Sith apprentices were forged into powerful warriors, well attuned to the will of Darkness and able to hear its whispers.
The Force trembled; and one Jedi master saw a shadow in the skies and heard a whisper in the trees. No one wanted to believe in the existence of the Sith on Horukaan and his warnings were ignored by the Jedi Council. But as the skies grew darker, the Jedi Order was forced to acknowledge the threat and they spread out in search for the mysterious Sith, to help once again to cut off the head of the dragon of evil which had awoken from its centuries long sleep.
Only it was too late. The world was slowly consumed in Darkness and the light they had kept burning even in the darkest of nights extinguished. As war simultaneously broke out on all continents and as allies of the Dark Lord slowly took control over every one living, the Jedi were finally confronted with the truth and acceded to partake in the epic battle for dominance, driven by their sense of duty toward all people as their protectors. The last stand of the Light took place in the Land of Padorrian; and Light was extinguished by the hands of the Sith.
Darkness fell on the world; and the first Dark Empire had been born.
This is a story about their struggles, their sweat and blood; but also about their triumphs and their great deeds which had been written down in history. It is a story which follows the Sith apprentices and the Dark Lord of the Third Age as they set off to do what no one had done before.
Through power I am born, in silent twilight; in fire and torment I am forged, strengthened through trial; and in the eternal Darkness I shall find my rest, in its mighty embrace.