The Awakenings!!! Mythisia Reckons...!

This World Is A Wonderland....Always Bonding And Loving Its Elements Of Nature....Taking Care Of Its Beings By Making The Sun Shine When It Is Too Cold....Giving Ample Of Food To Thrive Upon By Springtime Every-year....Mythisia Is Never Too Harsh On Anybody, But Humans Think So....As The Races On Mythisia Struggle For Their Survival, So Does Mythisia For Itself....Beings Have To Take Care Of Their Own, Only....But Mythisia! Takes Care Of You And Itself Too! Be Kind On Mother Nature....Help Mythisia To Help Mother Nature Be Strong! Don't Be Yourself To Spell Your Own Doom And Mythisia's....Help Others To Live Long....!

This Quote Is Written By The Most Famous Historian Of All Times,

Racconteur.

Extracted From The Library Of Adorin.

Racconteur Expresses His Concern Over The State Of The World Of Mythisia, And The Pain Mythisia Takes To Maintain A Healthy Life Cycle. But Humans Are The Ones Who Do Not Care For It, And Blame It For Every Small Challenge Mythisia Throws Upon Them. Surviving Has Never Been A Walk In A Park, It Has Always Been The Battle For Fittest. They Are Not Just Ready To Change....But To Continue Living Their Life With The Basics, Not Wanting To Refine It At All. It Is High Time The Human World Recognises Its Ills And Start To Correct It. For The World Of Mythisia Is Also Answerable To Itself, It Can't Sustain The Bruises For Long, Until They Finally Bleed.......!

A Reform In The Human Races Is Needed, For, They Have Lost The Way, And Needed To Be Guided In The Right Direction.

Springtime In Allania....!

A Gold-beak Sparrow Sang In Its Melodious Chirp;
Nestled On The Heights Of AN Old Cedar....
Hopping Through The Grasslands In A Rhythmic Manner;
A Rabbit Disappeared Into Its Burrow, Probably Sighting A Predator Nearby....
An Allanian Brunbern Yawned And Welcomed The Very First Rays Of Gold;
Entering Its Cave After A Prolonged Chill....

Life Is Buzzing In Just About Everything In Allania;
From Its Mighty Mountains To Its Dark Deep Valleys;
From Its Grasslands To Its Tall Unending Skies....

Nature Is All Set To Don A New Look;
The Grasslands Will Unshackle The Bounds Of White & Will Be Swept By The Blanket Of Yellow!

So Are The Inhabitants Of Allania, Rejoicing The Onset Of Spring;
" The Warlocks "
A Race As Old As The Land Of Allania Itself, Gears Up To Usher Into A New Phase Of Life;
In The World Of Mythisia.

This Period, When The Frost Breaks Its Forces In A Tussle Against Nature,
The Mighty Sun-God Will Take Over The Reins Of The Chariot Of Life!

Its Springtime Again! In Allania!

Dawning The Age.

"The One Who Rises Above The Odds;

Is The Unique One;

Of Them All!"

Under The Blanket Of Sins,

The Deeds Of Evil & Unholy;

Lie Some...Who Will Rise And Fight For Just Rule!

But Only Few Will Be Capable To Lead From The Front Lines....

Under The Leadership Of One...The Unique One!

"He Who Rises Above The Tides,

Fights The Waves Of Turbulent Times....

Is A Prince...."

Prince Senixter!

In The Dark Age....!

It Roams Free.....It Is In Search Of A Medium Through Which It Can Enter The Known World.....The Mystical World Of Mythisia!

"It Has Entered The Planet Iyonka....Now Finding A Place To Survive But In Hiding!"

Danger Is Looming Large Over The Protecting Forces Of Mythisia....Peace In The World Is Just Hanging By A String!

Some Will Rise......Some Will Fall Prey To The Dark Forces!

But Only The Chosen Ones Remain To Witness The Wrath Of Helmhovolt-The Titan!

There Is No Turning Back......Once Taken A Step Ahead!.....Has To Reach The End!

Be It Result In Victory For Good....Or EVIL!

Be Gods Favour Them.....Amen....!

Quotes From The Faraway Wonderland Of Krasim!

" The Flavours Of The Food Alters With Every New Coming Season...Thus Is Mother Nature So Close To Krasim!"

Krasim - "Mother Nature's Abode"

The Encounter...!

Phew! He Seemed Not To Stop, Even After, He Lost The Chase Long Back. His Breath Came In Long Gasps. "Safe....Now I Am Safe!", He Said This Breathing Heavily. Grishm Is Of A Heavy And Bold Physique. The Woods Were Getting Skinnier. He Kept Running Towards The Ends Of Redwoods, From Where He Could See Some Light Penetrating Through. Sunrays Had Broken Through The Thick Dense Defense Of The Redwoods. Grishm's Eyes Gleamed With Joy, As He Left The Darkness Behind Him. He Pushed Himself To The Limits. Darkness Would Engulf His Eyes Quite Often Due To The Fatigue.
He Would Be Out Of These Darn Ancient Redwoods, Soon.....?
He Would Be Safe From All The Unseen Dangers....?
He Shall Be Back Into The Lands Of Ethirime......?
But Only If, There Are No More Hindrances In His Way To Escape & Freedom......!