This game is rated M for Language, violence, and possible sensual/romantic/sexy situations.
I have heard the hoof beats of strangers as they ride past the hidden realms of the dark masters' shadowlands, oblivious to the pleas for help that permeate the air as I cry out in vain each day from the Crystal Palace where I am kept prisoner.
Nothing escapes through this blanket of darkness. The howling winds obscure all sound that would threaten to escape into the dark forest. The demon Lothar continually keeps me shrouded in the dark dank of this place filled with gloom. The only happy moments I find are when I remember my family, and childhood friend, Lorento.
I know not how many moons have passed since the day of my capture when I was imprisoned in this tower. I am alone, here in this nothingness where the moon does not shine. Little light penetrates the small crevices in these tower walls rising high above the empty courtyards from which wafts the pungent stench of his lone existence. I know not why my life was spared. I am provided with all that I need but forbidden to speak to my provider. I pass my time not knowing when another day slips into night and then back again into a new day. The only shred I have of knowing how much time has passed is when food and water are brought to me. My eyes have become adjusted to the shadowy darkness where only small glimmers of dull light ever manage to get into my tower prison.
With patience, I wait, recalling to my mind the memories of my parents and friends stolen from me. I force myself to remember the lessons my mother, the dark priestess began instilling in me at a young age. Those teachings which would ensure our heritage...our legacy, that it might be preserved throughout the annals of time until the coming of age that would offer me the opportunity to take my rightful place as sole heir to the blood line.
I pray my dreams aren't all for naught. Lothar’s powers are relentless in their mystical hold. Escaping the desolation of this place seems futile and my heart knows that no mere man can break through this fortress to release me.
I am given pause to wonder if, without my mothers' guidance, I can ever again cause my spirit to be strong enough to be carried upon the whispering winds of time so that through this silence my voice might once again be heard as it once was when I was but a child playing gaily with my mother who oft’ times would hear my whispers drift upon the breeze. She said it was another unique power gifted to me and that she knew not many who had the power of voice. My thoughts focus often on my friend Lorento and I wonder if he too, along with the rest of my kingdom are no more..if Lothar has taken the entire kingdom.
I fear his wizardry may be so strong that it may not be able to be conquered by even the most powerful of wizards or spirited warriors baring strength and purity of heart, yet, I hold steadfast in my undying belief that one day my cries will fall upon the ears of some gallant and noble would be rescuer.
I cling to yesterday, steadily gaining new strength while waiting that glorious day when I shall be freed from the bowels of this lonesome place to again walk in the light of day and feel the sun kissed warmth upon my skin as I whisper to the heavens, allowing my soul to scream in sweet release.
I exist, for that time when one journey shall end and another shall begin.
The Dreams Begin: Awakening the Dormant Powers That Lie Within
The sudden crash of thunder awakened Natalia from a restless sleep. She awoke to find that even though the humid air had been dissipated by the storm, her clothing was moist and she was trembling.
"Will this never end" came a whisper from her through the still, dark air surrounding her. Sometimes she spoke to herself, just to hear a voice although it brought little comfort to her.
The dreams had begun to come with more frequency and she knew not what they meant. Each time they remained the same, the image of a faceless rider drawing closer to the castle, yet remaining elusive, a distant shadow at best.
The hoof beats seemed to grow louder, thundering through the silence as she would plead to the rider to help her. Each time, her heart quickened only to be awakened in a cold sweat, the dreams steadily returning with more intensity.
Natalia wondered to herself, could the deep recesses of her mind be awakening her to the powers that she had been taught so very long ago? Was it possible that her cries might yet be heard? Her mind flew with the possibilities as she settled back onto the bed and into the darkness that she had come to know as her only home.
Reaching through the never ending darkness to the stand beside her, Natalia took a drink of water then drifted off, back to dream, with a glint of renewed hope held within her heart.