Years have the between Cyclonia and the rest of the Free Atmos gone on. And yet there is no end in sight. Cyclonia refuses to back down and Atmosia refuses to surrender. Cylonia's reach spreads too far with it pain and suffering in its wake. All because of its leader's ambition, or rather the one from years past's ambitions to bring unity to the Atmos scorning the old ways from the beginning of the empire. It has fallen to the current Master Cyclonis to be the scale upon which the fate of her terra will be balanced. Redemption or Damnation only what happens next time will tell.

Night befell the terra of Cyclonia its stormy skies red skies raging above.

"Lark" a whisper is heard inside the palace quieter than a mouse.

A gust of cold air flowed through its chambers and halls ending in the master's Bedroom.

"Lark" the whisper called once more wresting the sleeping tyrant from her bed

Violet eyes opening adjusting to the dark black hair flowing down to her shoulders.

Yet there was no one there. Just her imagination she thought but one could not be sure what was lurking in the dark.

"who's there?" she calls out into the darkness of her room lit by a single crystal at her desk

"Assassin show yourself!" she says reaching out for her staff

"Lark" a warm fatherly voice called out from the desk

"What is this?" she says looking around the room

before that one lone crystal glowed brighter than ever before. Dazed at its bright light she did not recognize it let alone know what it was. "I am that I am" it said the light blinking as it spoke to her.

"What…." She stares at it confused not understanding what it was, was it a dream?

A demon? Or merely a hallucination from too much work on the very crystals themselves?

"I am the god of your ancestors, Corvin, Diantis and many others" it said

"I don't understand" she gasps pointing the staff towards the crystal

"I have seen the oppression caused by Cyclonia and its people, Cyclonia has forgotten its purpose and its ways. Of honor, Humility, of kindness and gentleness" it spoke with the sternness of a father who scolded a child who broke the rules of his house

Her brow furrowed as she stared in annoyance with the crystal who was this being who could tell her what were the ways of her empire. "heroic nonsense… Weak ideas that are not befit of the strong Cyclonia is destined to rule all it is my duty to my Empire to conquered the Atmos who are you to lecture me on the ways of Cyclonia taught down by every Master Cylconis before me?" she spoked to the insolent Thing that sat on her desk.

"I know your path, it is one of darkness and destruction, your Home will burn if you do not change your ways. So, I came down to teach you of the old starting with you" it said in response to her

"Teach me? And if I refuse?" she asks with annoyance flowing from her tongue

"Then I shall smite Cyclonia with all of my wonders, When you shut your eyes tonight

You shall awaken in a small coastal town in what you call the farside, in that town a ship will be docked with warriors waiting outside. Go to them and offer your services as a mage and healer. From them You shall be taught lessons of honor, humility, and kindness." The God told her

"I do not Take orders from you god or not Cyclonia is stronger than ever and you think you can-"

She was interrupted from her rant

"Who made Man's life, Who made the lame, the mute or the blind? Was it not I?

"Now GO!" it said with the anger of a father its light blinding the young queen

"Oh Lark you shall not be alone on your journey I will follow you to the end" it said as she shut her eyes tight before opening again once the sound of water and gulls crying out,

She was in a small cobblestone house her staff gone her clothing more befit a monk rather than a queen such as herself. Light poured in from cracked windows into the empty room she now resided in beside her a single Purple healing crystal lay. Musty and warm from the sun's rays all that lied within was rope and broken crates. With no other choice she opened the door outside.