"It's time... you have felt it. We all felt it. Something has awaken... Powerful... Balanced..." Said the very old shaman. "It has returned. More of them are awakening... Soon they will rise. And the cycle will begin again. The endless battle between good and evil... and in the center balance will come. Heed my words carefully like my master before me and his, beware of the false god, the balance is strong but easily distruped, do not trust them for they can be your greatest ally or foe. When pink and black collide, fate has been sealed and destiny inevitable. For the Fallen will rise and consume all. For they are not evil or good, they are balance."

"What does it mean?" Asked Nezt.

"What it means is not what is important, understand it you must. Interpret what it means and it will guide you. Before I go. Can you feel it? The forces rising in power? It's been so long since I've felt it. Not since the rise and fall of the order have I felt such disturbance. Something is coming. Be prepared for the Oncoming Storm. A dark time is coming and we all must be prepared. Find others like you... gifted. United you will rise, but divided you will..." the shaman closed his eyes for the last time and died a peaceful death. Unbeknownst to Nezt, the fate that lies ahead...