Upon the sea and wrapped in night the island of Arandur and his order either slumbered or carried out their masters orders. They waited on news of the assassination of Aragon for they hoped that he would be bead, though they knew not of the plan to save his life.

Golden light dispelled as the wizard named Cyril appeared inside a rounded chamber. Once he had been a mage that served the army of Vailiania until he swore his life to the service to the god of light. He was entrusted with his knowledge of his plans for the future and the present of this world, the only knowledge that he did not share was that of the past. When his gaze focused upon a guard “how are things for our lord seems tense of late.”



Her name was Greta, she had been raised as a member of the brother hood of silver stars since she was a small child. When she spoke her voice was hard and strong while the man that sat behind was silent “since the last escape of one of them we have managed to keep the last of the gods imprisoned and kept him in eternal slumber for this time.”

For years Arandur had his fellow gods imprisoned until one by one they escaped for they had changed themselves for ever by tainting themselves with essence of many a different creature. They though had no idea where they were now but one still remained, Arandur had threatened them with death if the last of the imprisoned gods gained his freedom once more. Cyril smiled at her “that is good for I remember after the last time our lord told you that he would slay you if he escaped. I am glad that has not happened to you yet” she gave him a smile filled with daggers.



Across the sea, upon the sandy shore of the hidden cove stood Amisius and Laraniel. The black cloud had faded only to give them night which was cold upon her green skin. She looked into the eyes of Amisius for she could say something in them that she had not seen in many a year “what is it? Do you remember our imprisonment.”

He smiled slightly as he said to her “that I do though I have not heard word from the others in many year for we our all in hiding from the traitor god but there is one who needs to be free once more” Laraniel gasped and took a step away from him “you speak of, Morzan god of the death and darkness. We know not if he still lives for we both know that Arandur wishes him dead above all others.” Amisius turned to face the sea “we are all immortal and if he had perished we would have all felt it, I need him free” before she could ask him why he dived into the sea. Laraniel decided that she would wait for his return and hope that Amisius knew what he was doing.



Lightening stroke the ground of the island of Iseisandias for Amisius needed to use the lighting. He had placed a small portion of his own soul into this for he could not risk coming in person in case he was discovered. When he spoke he voice echoed “arise Morzan! Arise from your un waking state and take vengeance upon your captors” the lightening faded as the piece of Amisius’s soul returned back to his body.



Cyril had heard the voice speak his command, a cold icy chill had fallen over him. He was unsure of this for he knew it was impossible for Morzan to awaken, his powers where weak now from years of imprisonment. Greta looked to see his worried face before saying to him “you have no need to fear we have the most powerful” she did not finish for all the lights had gone out. For many years the prism of divinity which was the chamber that had held the gods had been broken before by the escapes of the others but Morzan had suffered more than they had so the common belief was that he would never have strength enough to do so.



Suddenly the other guards had there hands wrapped around there necks as if some unknown force was choking them to death. Greta bashed over to the small cell that held Morzan only for herself to feel the same thing that her fellow guards where suffering. Her gaze was fixed on the dark figure who seemed to be still asleep “how is this possible...you are...never” she perished as Morzan opened his eyes.

The cell door had swung open although it was locked, a dark figure bashed out of the cell as the guards life was perished along with a mage who had been sat behind the desk.



Cyril’s face was that of horror and shock. He had never witnessed anything like in his short existence for when the others escaped none of there order was killed in such a manner before, though Arandur had put more of his energy into keeping him imprisoned. As he emotions calmed, his mind showed before his shocked sight what he should to do.



Eyesight though had failed to tell him that Morzan had killed all save one of those stationed to guard him. Her skin was green and green light rose from her form. Once she had been one of the witches of the forbiaen valley until she was captured by there order. They twisted her mind to serve them for they had little grasp of dark magic.

Cyril looked upon and commanded her “move yourself witch, Emily you are under my command” she gave him a cruel smile appeared on her lips. Emily arose from her chair saying as she did so to him “with my powers and yours combined we should be able to stop him for his still weak but I can already sense his fury against us.”



He stood next her, he knew that he could not get far without aid so with there powers combined they could recapture him.



When they appeared, they had focused upon the life force of Morzan. Cyril smiled as he saw Morzan bash towards the sea, he commanded quietly to Emily “place a spell upon him so we can recapture him and with that we should have eternal slumber upon his soul once more” Emily compiled by drawing out her wand.



Green flames struck Morzan in the back causing him to fall to the ground to wrapped in them. A smile was on the lips for he knew that now he could captured without Arandur sensing his escape attempt. Cyril’s voice was filled with a deceptive joy as he told Morzan “you have failed to escape us, Morzan. I advise to surrender to us before we are forced to inflect injures upon your bead flesh.” Slowly Morzan arose as the green flames vanished from him.



He stood looking at water, feeling the sea breeze against his skin which made him smile for it had been many years since he had felt anything. Lightning struck the sea’s surface, a storm was concerted over this area of the island.

Morzan spoke with a voice that has not been used for many a time “I will not...let you place me back into that prison for my soul to be ravaged by your insane master” Cyril clicked his fingers sending small white stars towards him.

With another flash lighting Morzan had gone and the white stars vanished.



Cyril was consumed by worry for now Morzan had escaped them both “what a dark times are these or what is to come when we put are master plan into action. With the last of the gods Arandur had imprisoned has escaped us” he shuddered wondering how long it would take Arandur to find out what had happened here.



A crazed laugh escaped the mouth of Emily to hear the worry of Cyril. She gave him a smile filled with joy “the spell I placed on him will make him sleep and will allows us to find” she was suddenly silent. The air all round them was spilt as a scream echoed loudly across them, it was filled with rage.

They both fixed there eyes upon each others as fear grow inside of them as they heard Arandur’s voice say to them “what is this I feel in my soul?!, I command you to come me at once!” Cyril vanished in a column of light followed by Emily.