Read (This is just a storyline) When I died, I died on Wildren fighting Leathron. I called him friend and brother, but he was not who he seemed. I deleted him on Thairithon Mountain But I life was not over, there was still a purpose that had to be accomplished. Tharnus, the keeper of Bevest Haven, found me in the void and took me to Belvest. A wondersful place of life. Leathron was found and taken to Mordam, the word in the humans tongue is Hell. My adventure wasn't over, but changed as I learned. Kalmare (Kel.mare) strode through the Belvest (Bell.vest) Haven Gardens to the Sanctum of Heroes to meet Godthon. He gazed up past the temple Hasmare (Has.mare) at the edge of the garden and into the shiny clear blue sky, then fixing his attention to the white-tan, pillar like tower that lay miles away. He shifted his stance to ready himself, flexed his white, eagle like wings then tucked them up, and jumped off the ledge. He dove for a few seconds then spread out his wings and sliced through the heavenly sky, leaving a glistening white trail behind. He soared through the bright sky and turned toward the Sanctum of Heroes and dove to the main door. He stared at the door as he walked toward it, wondering what Godthon needs to tell him. At the door he waited a little, listening to the door beckoning in his heart to come in, and pushed it open. The echo of the door creaking then hitting the stone wall was an eerie sound that sent Kalmare to his old days as a Animilyneon (An.i.mi.lay.ne.in). Then a soft but eerie sounding voice summoned him, “I thought you weren’t coming, you took so long.” Kalmare bowed and then looked at Godthon, “What do you need.” Kalmare asked. “A new evil has been aroused out of slumber.” “What evil?” Kamare asked wonderingly. “The Elementals are coming, Kalmare.” Godthon answered gravely.
