"Who are you really under that Mask of Yours, Swan?" The Once great Kingdom of Candenzia has been shattered and broken into small Lordships and Serfdoms, Towns in Flames, Farms turned to Ash, and Its people suffering all due to a Young Man's wish to best his Father, a great shame truly. The Uninhabited and Desolate parts of the Old Kingdom have now been dubbed The Lands of Ash, Fog, and Ghosts. Each of these places would make sure to remind Any foolish or lost traveler of its namesake. The "New Rule" by the Lords and Ladies of the remaining Lordships and Towns collectively agreed on abandoning any efforts of reclaiming these parts of the Continent of Uurpia; no foreign Power has yet dared to set foot on these lands to claim them as their own. They are, but no man's land, plagued by an unknown Evil nobody seems to understand, nor do they wish to Let us focus on one individual Wandering these before-mentioned lands, but they are no fool and are not lost either. Rather...on a Mission, they fail to understand the meaning or outcome to. "Heed my Words, Swan of Ash, the Journey will be Long, and you are not Prepared." ...