Chapter 1
She kept it...The spire... I curse and yet bless the day I met her
And yet... In death I see so much more...
I was a bigger fool then the hero of oakvale...
He could have cut her down then but chose to spare his sister...
I should have... ended her...Logan and my dear son...Forgive me now more than any...
The rest my friends is to tattered to read.. a quote lost in death a fragment of a parchment blowing in the wind. Blowing into dust... And so our story must begin...
True heroes lie in wait some with the power of the very elements in their hands. But what deems a true hero. What defines the full virtue and self sacrifice. With Logan defeated and our good friend Mr. Finn off with paige. A dark sky looms over albion.
Our ruler can ownly watch as half the people he sees vanish before his eyes leaveing even their clothes behind. Some visiting from another kingdom start whineing. "why not us oh holy lord Rapture us." The king is apalled and yells theresas name. But the seeress does not come. she does not return to his call.
Fearing for his people the hero sends out a messenger bird to Young fin hopeing that together they can all save Albion once more. All he can do is pray. With each cloud that appears more people vanish. First in twos. Now by the tens.
But our story begins not in the lonely area bowerstone is becoming but in wraithmarsh. Or what once was wraith marsh. To honor his ancestor the hero of bowerstone deafeated the evils of wraithmarsh and restored it to its oakvale likeness.
The people dubbed it Oakwood. It soon became more then just forest it became farmland. You want me to say that our story begins with a boy girl a family many orphans. No our story begins with a balverine. Yes a balverine. Disgusting and vicious? why not in the least mind you dear reader.
This particular balverine played a flute. A flute to which the children of oakwood dance to. I ask you once more what makes a true hero part of it is changeing peoples view of you. The balverine plays and the children bring him carrots and it hops away.
The unusual unknown thought of a balverine raised by rabbits confounds me to no end. But it happened. But one child loved the balverine more than any other. She used to call it teddy. Her mother saw the sight of the children and ownly laughed at the irony. The balverine had become the mascot of oakwood even more so one night. The creatures of the darkness leapt on oakwood one night. It protected its citizens and cursed its kin.
True heroes stand up for the right no matter what people think. Or their kind thinks. True heroes. Love and protect all they can. This balverine has proven itself a true hero but will Albion ever know its True master...
The girl loved her mother and grew each day playing with the young balverine who has the alternate form of a small boy. The two were always together. But Tragedy struck albion once more when people started to vanish in oakwood. The mother led the girl and the handsome young balverine away from Oakwood. Once again oakwood burned to the ground.
Oakwood burned once more the cries are greater then the echoes of the bandit raid still in the wind. Perhaps those souls cry for those destroyed in such a manner. Some souls seem to curse this cursed land.
Once again this place falls to ruin. In the distance all you hear is the laughter of a woman through lavendar and purple smoke...