Prologue
Arrows rained from the darkened sky like raindrops and fell to the hardened ground, piercing flesh and armour. Warriors were desperately trying to fend off the unforgiving army who were mercilessly slaughtering the elves who fled their burning and crumbling homes. The flourishing Elven city was brought to its knees by the Army of Darkness, a bloodthirsty group of Uruk-Hai and other creatures of shadow who swore revenge on the Northern Elves who had destroyed their stronghold.
Deep in the caves of the Vanerian Palace in the clear sparkling pools, the Queen sobbed as she placed her only son and daughter along with other Vanerian children into the crystal blue of the water. The babes were crying for their mothers as the elf chanted an ancient Vanerian incantation and the pool whipped into a deadly whirlpool, glistening turquoise and foaming around the children.
"Be safe our little ones, and may the Valar grant you a life of happiness in the mortal world of Earth until you are needed here once more," the Queen whispered to the water while a single tear dropped from her blue eyes. The infants disappeared under the ripples and vanished just as the heavy doors flung open and creatures black as night swarmed the underground caves and cackled their maniacal laughter when they slit the Queen's throat, an ark of dark red splattering the white tiles of the floor.
Screams filled the night sky as the city of Vana fell to the hands of its enemies, yet the cries were silent to the rest of Middle Earth.