((~Credit to Silentdraconis~))
Myria has fallen.
The world that Princess Kikuka had worked so hard to defend for so long, lies shrouded in darkness, nightmares, and the delusions born of insanity. For in that final, climatic battle against the Darkness, the Saviors fell. Whether those great warriors weakened, and succumbed unto the darkness, or whether they were merely over powered by the shadows' impure strength, remains unknown, as does the location of their final resting place. Myria's last hope has crumbled to ashes, like a dead and burned out ember, crumbled to dust and buried in the damp darkness of a forsaken land. The Mother Oak, doorway of Myria's promised redemption, has become the Black Torch, emblem and voice of the Darkness, tainted beyond recovery. Her Highness, too, lies in some unknown grave, weakened to destruction by the strains of centuries, the agony of loss, and the utter despair of defeat...
