PROLOGUE:

They say that night can be a time of calm, a time of peace, when the world grinds to a halt and lets everything else catch up. But the people of Minuete know better. They know just what the terrors of night are, and what they can do. The people know that night is a time of pain, a time of suffering, a time when the world becomes indifferent to the cries and pleas of men. Old men die, young men become lost, and infinite darkness coats the land in a thick shroud, hiding its crimes to an oblivious world. However, just as they know that night is to be feared, they too know that it need not be feared as long as the promise of the returning day is kept. As long as the sun warms the land once again, the people know they are safe within the arms of light and beauty.

There is a legend passed down throughout the ages that tell of renewed struggles between light and darkness. It tells of the forces of Nocturne, the land of darkness, rallying and confronting the forces of Minuete, the land of light, in a terrible and one-sided battle. It tells of the bloody victory of Nocturne and the overthrow of the Minuetian throne. It tells of the tortures the people of light met at the hands of the creatures of darkness. It also tells of a band of talented youths forming and battling the demons back into the abyss they came from with the powers of sound and magic. This is their story…