Dusty lights flicker to illuminate a dark and desolate brick tunnel with no end in sight. Eleven powerful soldiers are moving a heavily reinforced cage through a tunnel. The soldiers are watching the prisoner with fear in their eyes. The prisoner wears a cloak covered in crushed black crystals. They covered his face with an oversized, indestructible black crystal mask. They encased his hands in thick black crystal chains connected to the steel bars of his cage, while his neck adorns a large, thick black crystal collar. 

The prisoner is a man of unmatched and immeasurable strength with an unbroken fight inside of him. Every single one of the muscular soldiers escorting him knows exactly what they’re up against and remains vigilant in his presence. The prisoner gathers every ounce of strength he has left inside. He fights to break himself free, but alas, he is no match for the powerful black crystal shackles that successfully contain him. 

One soldier stands back, crippled with fear. The lead soldier snaps him out of his paralysis and grabs him by the collar of his decorated uniform. “Do not stop. Do not look at him. Do not give up. You hear me? We must get him to The Dungeon Lair, now. Otherwise, we face their wrath. Which do you prefer?” The lead soldier points ahead to the end of the dark tunnel.

“How do we know these chains will hold, huh?” Says the frightened soldier.

His chains, cage, and cloak were constructed with the Black Iyann Crystals, the strongest substance in The Seivan Realms, ensuring that he will be imprisoned forever without a glimmer of hope to escape.

The soldiers swallow their fear and acknowledge their responsibility. The prisoner cannot break free, but his eyes tell a different story. His eyes do not accept defeat. The fight inside of him remains unbroken and burns bright. A man who never accepts defeat and perseveres through his chains of adversity is a man to always fear, and the soldiers know this to be true.

Finally, a light shines up ahead. Hope for the soldiers as they struggle to move the prisoner’s cage any further. In one last bold move, the prisoner summons every ounce of strength he has left to break through The Black Iyann Crystals, but alas, they outmatch his strength. A truth he has not become accustomed to. The prisoner collapses in his cage. Defeat consumes him at this moment. “Am I becoming weak? Am I losing my powers? Will this be my fate forever” The prisoner worries in the silence of his mind. Something in him just doesn’t feel right, but he cannot shake what it is.

They bring the prisoner to The Dungeon Lair to face his fate before two dark and mysterious figures shrouded in Black Iyann Crystal cloaks. One of them wears a fitted black cloak, with pointed shoulders that reach the top of her head. The other one wears a black cloak that floats as if it’s one with the air.

The soldiers force the prisoner to his knees by stabbing him from behind with their long metal batons. Their hands shiver as they loosen his black crystal mask just enough so he can speak. The prisoner desperately tries to focus his eyes, but he cannot make out who he kneels before. “Who are you? Why am I here?” The prisoner demands.

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“Where are you? Why you’re new home, of course. For the rest of your existence. Isn’t it marvelous?” One of the dark figures proudly proclaims. 

“I am no one's prisoner. Set me free. Now.” The prisoner commands with a broken voice. 

With laughter in the air, one of the dark figures steps forward to stand before the prisoner, who appears defeated. She raises her thin arm and releases a handful of The Black Iyann Crystal ash. The prisoner stands up to fight, but the ash hinders him, causing him to crumble in the back of his enclosure. The prisoner falls back with surprise, neutralized, and can no longer fight.

“Not so powerful, are ya now? Now, where is that wretched sissara of yours?” 

The prisoner deliriously laughs. “You mean you couldn’t capture her? It’s a miracle you captured me. But her? You will never, ever find.” The prisoner says with a staunched air of confident defiance, reveling in her ability to escape their grasp.

“Oh, but we will. She wears the same unbreakable Black Iyann Crystal collar you do. And when we do find her, we’ll enjoy torturing her while you sit and watch. It will be our greatest pleasure, ever.” The two dark figures laugh a shrilling sinister laugh. One of the dark figures reaches out his hand, accidentally exposing a long scar across his forearm. He retracts his arm back under his cloak. 

The prisoner’s heart sinks into his stomach. He knows exactly who they are but hides his expression, giving away this new information. The other dark figure pounds her fists against the steel cage. “The Seivan Realms are ours and should’ve been long ago if it wasn’t for you and your sissara. With you now imprisoned in our dungeon, we will take what is rightfully ours.” 

The prisoner doesn’t flinch. He kneels with his chest puffed out in confidence. “You will rule no realm, let alone The Seivan Realms. Evil of your kind has no place here. You have no place here. Let me go now and we’ll consider letting you live out your lives in solidarity deep within The Forgotten Realm.” 

“And you will never see the light of the sun again. The Black Iyann Crystals will forever hide your powers from The Seivan Realms. Your reign here is over.” Both of the dark figures head up a stone spiral staircase.

“We need to find her, and soon. Otherwise, our entire plan is at risk.” 

He brushes her off. “We have him. They aren’t as strong apart as they are together. We’ll find her. She can’t stay hidden forever and she can’t do anything with The Black Iyann Crystal collar around her neck.” He reassures her, but his unfounded confidence does not convince her. 

“I hope you’re right, brathar. Our entire future depends on it. The future of The Dreamarian Realm depends on it. We have to find her. Wherever she’s hiding.” 

He stops. “We will capture the one deemed as the protector of The Iyanndyre. The one legends call The Iyanndrye Born. For that is the person who holds the true and unrequited power of The Seivan Realms. Not her or him.”

“How will we find this Iyanndyre Born? No one has ever seen this legend of a person.”

He pulls out a glass rod filled with a golden mercury. “With this. The liquid inside will glow and lead us to The Iyanndyre Born.”

“We will capture and destroy this person and everything they all hold dear. The Seivan Realms will finally be ours for the taking. Revenge will be ours!”