Eight hundred fifty years have passed since Zargorwarths defeat at the hands of Adam Jackson and the Guardians of Light. Those who lived in Tylingariea witnessed an Era of Peace as none had seen before.

Adam could sense that this would come to an end sooner than later. Slowly he stood up and turned to face Kai'la, who held a young boy and a girl.

" Send word to Victor that a Dra'ghoul will be born in the town of Haven Valley. Sixteen years from this day. " Adam said, gripping the side of his throne for support.

Kai'la helped him down. "I will, but why?" Kai'la asked Adam, who was silent for a moment. When Adam finally spoke, his voice grave,

"Because I had a vision of a future, one that is yet to pass in this vision, a sparrow spoke to me and said, "Sixteen years from now, darkness long defeated will arise from the cocoon of darkness. But not all is lost as those who were once at the side of the Dragon of Nevermore will come again to defeat the darkness."

Kai'la and Adam were silent for a long time. Finally, Adam spoke. "Yes, I do believe she is talking about them," Adam said, finally getting Morgane to extend his gloved hand and help his friend up

" Do you mean, The Vermillions and the rumors that they are Nightwalkers or the whispers that the Youngblood Family has taken root somewhere near the Twisted Woods or perhaps the very fact that Nexus Tech is expanding into Tylingariea."

He looked at Morgane and nodded. " Yes, I understand that the time of peace that we brought is coming. Nevertheless, the less, Victor should now."

Kai'la looked at Morgone as she held her children in her arms. Arran faced Morgone and said solemnly, "Morgone, Please take them away from here and train them." Morgone replied, " Train them for what exactly?"

Adam replied without looking at Morgone, " That, my dear friend, I do not know; only the Fates know for sure. But I would assume their destiny lies with the one who will be born sixteen years from now. "

Adam said, then laughed," To think the man shot shoat me dead and knows I call friend is the one whom I trust to raise my children."

Morgone was silent as he removed the long curved dagger from Arran's chest, dark red blood dripping from the tip. Morgone put it back in its holder." Farwell, my friend. This world needs you no more and has no use for Guardians of Light. But I swear your children will be safe with me." Morgone said, stepping over Kai'la's dead body.

Victor Silvertounge stood atop the Bridge of Reality, watching the Multiverse below his golden staff in hand. " I can sense a change in the balance is coming," Victor said softly

Emma Silvertounge, the daughter of Victor Silvertounge, walked next to him, her crimson hair falling in front of his eyes. She spoke calmly, but her voice held some fear in it. "Father, I had a vision of a man named Lupine Riddle and five weapons a sword of glowing brilliant blue flames, a sword with a wolf's head engraved on it, a bow with flaming arrows, a long curved dagger with a demon skull handle"

Victor nodded " Yes, I see that Kai'la was right then. What else did you see?" Emma paused and then replied," A child with a dragon tattoo on his right arm being born sixteen years from now in Haven"

Victor nodded. It was as he had feared: " Darkness is returning; this time, it is greater than Zargorwarth, the Demon Lord. Come, we must go and make a place for ourselves in Haven Valley." Victor said to Emma and went into her room. She opened a small golden box and put on a necklace made of interlinking golden chain links that held a small crystal pendant in the shape of a heart,

Emma secured the necklace around her neck, and She looked around her room one last time her eyes caught sight of a red leather-bound journal that was given to her by Adam La'gar; Emma put her hand on the leather travel bag that her father gave her

She opened the bag and put a dark rebounder bond journal that contained research on the history and lore of the Multiverse well as she walked over to Victor, who had created a vast green vortex of green lighting. Emma slowly walked through it, watching the Bridge of Reality disappear before her eyes

Erik awoke with a start that still moonless night deep in the Haven, a voice in his head echoing in fragments " Sixteen years, Dragon of Nevermore, Haven Valley, Warriors, Farcry, Return, Darkness, Lupine." From these words, Erikk knew that something was happening in Sixteen years, and it had something to do with the Dragon of Nevermore and Lupine. Erik already was close to Haven Valley, so all he had to do was wait and see what would happen.

Deep in the depths of Vermillion Castle, a young Kitusume, her body exposed in a large room with our slave girls on the floor, looked out the open window. "Soon, the day will come when I can leave this hell." she thought

Somewhere in the Multiverse, a shadowy figure sat atop an ancient temple, his cowboy hat over his blood-red eye concealed behind an orange and red mask while his right eye was covered in a steel plate but still had the three long claw marks that stretched across his right eye. As the cold icy wind blew his iron-grey hair back, the figure lifted his head slowly, his breathing slow and controlled as the black breathing device attached to his mouth with tubes that lead down into his throat helped him breathe after a fight that happened long ago. " So after all this time, I have waited, and soon I will face you again." the figure said

In an unknown part of the Multiverse sat a tall thin figure with blood-red hair. He wore a white robe and had a katana at his waist. He stood atop a tower of Crimson Stone. His emerald green eyes emitted a green glow as he looked out into the Multiverse "Grandmaster Xenoventaris, the seal holding him back is weakening, and the Dragon of Nevermore and those who serve him are coming in sixteen years." a hooded man said

Grandmaster Xenoventaris was silent for a moment, then grinned as he spoke; his voice was low and dark. " Thank you for telling me. Be gone." He said as the hooded man left Grandmaster Xenoventaris said to himself " At last, everything is coming into place

Inside a Crimson Tower in the Center of Time and space, a figure cloaked in shadow wearing golden armor opened his eyes that burned like fiery coals; he did not speak, but his mere presence could be felt throughout the world