Before there were screams and howls
There was but a humble land with humble farms
Magic was but a legend in lands most distant
That was until Mordrin arrived.
A city of ash
A city of ruin
It's arrival was marked with praise, at first
For when the people saw its gleaming white bricks, they took it as a sign of god
Yet the praise faltered to hushed murmurs of concern
For when the City of Mordrin arrived, the land beneath turned to soot
Farming turned to mining and the land began to die
Soon children disappeared, and the glimmering beacon that was Mordrin vanished
The smog of industry hid the city from those below, but the churning of machines could still be heard
The land below became a blackened district of factories and misery
A mill for flesh and metal
It wasn't long since Mordrin arrived that the beasts began to show
through the cracks of the earth down below
The people became fractured like the land itself
Monsters causing them strife
Yet in these times of darkness hope still shines
Be it from the silver blades of Potter's fields
Or the shimmering lights from the Redwood forest
There is still light, in the dark.
