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Albion finally knew what peace was. The country basked in the silence left behind by the heroes of the guild. Every year, the celebration is still held for the defeat of Jack of Blades, bringing hope to those of future generations that there can be a world without tyranny.

The guild, under the influence of Vangard, the most powerful and loved mage to ever come from the guild, flourished. The acolytes came from all across the country, giving Van and his wife Elizabeth plenty to do. Even Ark stayed at the guild with his wife Cara, the two of them offering help to anybody needing it. Eventually, Ark became famous after restoring the broken arena to its former glory. Competitions are now held monthly in his and the other heroes honor.

Michael grew into the hero that the guild knew he could be. He gained his glory by defeating a group of pirates that had docked at Oakvale. Thinking it an easy catch, they pillaged the town until the dark skinned hero showed up and cut through any pillager that crossed his path. He had cornered the captain of their crew by the monument built in the shinobi girls honor, then ended up using her own weapons to kill him. The twin swords had saved his life, and in honor of the girl, he took her weapons as his own and vowed to end all evil with the deadly blades.

Kiko and her roving troupe of actors and entertainers did one last show in Bowerstone before deciding it was time to move on from the country and explore new areas of the world. At Kiko's suggestion, they decided to head west, following the trail of the hero that left a year prior.

Thunder retired from being a hero. The wear and tear had finally settled in and he set his sword and shield up on the mantle, trading them for comfortable robes and fine food. He stayed in Bowerstone, knowing with Ark as the new owner of the Arena, the town of Knothole Glade would be under his protection. Occasionally he still runs into someone that needed to be taught a lesson. But there wasn't anything he could do with a sword that his hands couldn't do faster. He and Lady Grey now lead Bowerstone with justice, removing any sign of corruption from their fair city.

Scythe and Zerga stayed on Snowspire, taking care of the villagers after the destruction caused by Jack. They rebuilt the town to greater heights. A small temple was built in honor of the battle that took place on the island, filling it's halls with statues of those who fought to destroy the threat of Jack from the world. They kept building onto it, filling it with more statues of the heroes until it became the largest temple in Albion.

After hearing of his daughters return, the king rose from his bed, against the advice of his healers, and rushed to see her. When he found out he also had two grandchildren, it seemed as if whatever sickness illed him immediately left his body. Lyle was introduced to her family, and the story of Albion told and spread across the kingdom by heralds, bards, and minstrels of all kinds. The warrior was welcomed by the family. In fact, in order to make the pairs marriage official, the king set up to have another ceremony in the very throne room.

Months after the Kingdom of Light regained its former glory, Alex was named the queen. Though reluctant, she took the role, allowing her parents to live the lives free of responsibilities. Lyle, though refusing to be called king, took up the roll of the queens husband, sharing her responsibilities. The girls grew to be tall and beautiful, like their mother. Rheleena decided to focus her attention on that of healing magic, wanting to help those who needed it. Alma grew to be like her father, wanting to become a hero. Lyle sent word to the guildmaster of the Guildmaster, and Alma and Rheleena both became acolytes at the guild their father had been raised in.

After the marriage of Alexandria and the Hero of Albion, the tension between the two kingdoms died down and a new cullis gate was set up inside the Kingdom of Lights making travel instantaneous, bringing the two kingdoms into an age of peace the likes of which hadn't been heard of since the fall of the Old Kingdom...

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Since the battle with Jack, the village of Snowspire had grown to become the city of Snowspire. The Temple of the Cataclysm was now the most visited tourist attraction in all of Albion, even outdoing the Arena. People marched up and down the temple, staring at the statues and reading the inscriptions on the wall of what occured that day. Some even knelt down and prayed to the statues as if they were guardian spirits, or gods.

But despite the constant traffic through the temple, nobody was aware of the presence slowly making its way into the structure. Down below floor level where the bare battle torn ground used to be, dark energy leaked in through the Lyle's magic outburst had torn a small dimentional hole. So small that nothing could fit throug it, at least in its physical form. The energy slowly slid through the tear and into the ground underneath the temple.

"Months...years..." said the dark mass as it supressed its impatience. "Centuries..." it said growling in irritation. "As long as it takes hero. I will be free, and when I am, your blood will be the first thing I taste..." said the disembodied voice. Then it let out a loud laugh that chilled everyone on the island.