Legend
Prologue:
I am Someryn, daughter of Trevalen, Lord of Ammareaon. This is my story... I recall these events because so many important things happened during these times. I do not know why these things happened to me - however, I do know that my world changed that fatefull day when Ammareaon was destroyed, and I was thrust into the Wizardling World.
Time passes quickly in the world of Thailen. The records of this world are dead and gone... As are the people that dwealt within its bounds. I have little memory of this place, and what I do remember I wish I did not. The days leading up to the distruction of my people were dark, and I do not like the memories that plauge my mind when I close my eyes. But these memories serve a purpose... I will tell you all.
I was nearing the age of twenty when the Dark Lord overcame the armies of our world and attacked the ancient city that I had called home my entire life. I had taken up arms at the tender age of thirteen, and my natural skill appeared quickly. By the age of sixteen I was serving as Captain under my father. Soon I was well known throughout the country that I was a warrior, not a pretty flower for men to fight over. I had killed my share of Valynor, and my sword had more than the blood of the armies of the Dark Lord staining it.
I had closed my heart to the world, and here begins the adventure of my life...