Prologue: Ramor was sitting in the throne room waiting for King Alcor to arrive from his morning stroll through the town. King Alcor was the ruler of the beautiful and prosperous land of Cytopia. The grassy planes were as lush and bountiful as a rich summer day and the rivers and surrounding ocean sparkled a pure cerulean color. But most beautiful of all was the white marble castle that King Alcor lived in. When the people of Cytopia elected him king the sorcerers carved the magnificent palace for him. Ramor was his trusted advisor and the head sorcerer of Cytopia. He was busy thinking of why it took the king one full hour to go through a small town. The king wanted to meet him for a so-called "important" matter. This should be interesting, he thought. Just then, King Alcor walked in followed by his twelve security guards. Ramor quickly put away his thoughts for now and said "Greetings your majesty. How was your walk? It was just fine Ramor but we have more serious matters to discuss at moment." Ramor straightened up upon hearing this. The king was actually being serious. Matters are much worse than I feared, he thought. King Alcor impatiently waved his guards away apparently wanting to talk alone. "Ramor, I have received intelligence that the Dark Army has advanced to the border that separates Cytopia from The Plain of Despair. At this rate, they will be here in a matter of days." Apparently this was an important matter, he thought. "What can I do to help your majesty?" Ramor said. "I want you and your most powerful sorcerers to meet them and stop them. I will send my primary wizards to back you up but until then I'll need you to hold them off." Alcor said. "I'll do my best your majesty." The next day Ramor and the other twelve members of the elite sorcerer core set out north toward the border separating Cytopia and The Plain of Despair. They were using the quickstep technique so it didn't take them long to get there. But when they did get there, they were in for the battle of there life. There were thousands of dark wizards marching toward them with one hovering above them. Ramor recognized the head wizard in an instant…his brother Ronjan. One of the other sorcerers named Silena said "Ramor go deal with your brother we'll keep things under control here." Ramor nodded and turned to his brother. "You know why I'm here bother." Ronjan said. "Surrender now and I shall spare your life. Sorry but I cannot let you pass." Ramor said. "Then die!" Ronjan said in the most menacing voice he could manage. And so they fought but Ronjan was too much for Ramor. In a last-ditch-effort Ramor took his magic and the magic of his fallen companions and sent it to earth in hopes that one day Cytopia could be saved. The Dark Army stormed Cytopia using their evil magic to destroy the land. The grassy plains shriveled up and died, the sparkling rivers became brown and sickly, and the marvel castle turned as black as onyx. King Alcor was killed and Ronjan took his place on the throne. That was the beginning of the 'Dark Times'.