Prologue
"...And they shall mount up on wings of eagles..."
Isaiah 40:31
Here we begin, in the lost Land of Amera a great evil has overtaken the land. For many years, Amera has wandered in the darkness, trying to find even the smallest of sparks.
But, try as they might, these little sparks never catch, and are never rekindled. Always, they are put out by the Prince of Amera, Obviam.
No one knows how exactly Obviam became Prince of Amera. Some say he made Amera. Some say the true Creator anointed him. But there are few that dare to say that he had been cast out from where he had come, and assumed rule as if it were his to take.
Maybe it was his to take. It seemed that he knew how to rule. He acted kind and gentle...at times.
He did, however, have several flaws. Every generation, it seemed, Amera was plunged even more into the darkness, until even the sun had lost it's glow. The stars seemed to close their eyes to the land, turning their backs on the lost people.
But when one is lost, there must be hope. A hope that light will be restored, a hope that good will always triumph over evil.
A hope that will one day be fulfilled.